He had no say in the proceedings, but Jigano was nothing if not curious as to how things would turn out. He arrived with Isuma on his shoulder and a broad straw hat covering his signature white hair, finding a spot off to the side to watch and record the words and the final decision. Notebook in hand, he wrote furiously to keep up with the speeches and if he was shocked at the two men who had decided to step forward he kept it hidden for the moment.
He had a dozen questions for each of them, friends or allies or whatever they all were now, but those would have to wait.
He noted Melita and Jiao, familiar faces that he gave a wave to, and a nod of recognition and respect to Saiden. Ronin's hand was held by a girl, though, and Jigano's eyes widened in shock for a moment before he had to hurry to catch up with Sunjata's reasons for nominating himself. What the hell had been happening in Torchline lately?
He had a dozen questions for each of them, friends or allies or whatever they all were now, but those would have to wait.
He noted Melita and Jiao, familiar faces that he gave a wave to, and a nod of recognition and respect to Saiden. Ronin's hand was held by a girl, though, and Jigano's eyes widened in shock for a moment before he had to hurry to catch up with Sunjata's reasons for nominating himself. What the hell had been happening in Torchline lately?
