"I used to think the same way," he agreed, his smile a little sad. "But I was one of those Blighted. I had friends and loved ones suffer for it. It... changed things, in many ways. And the killing of the Fae and the desecration of the Mathair was the last straw in my belief that any of this would end peacefully." He didn't blame Weaver for her lack of empathy for the strangers of the Greatwood and Hollowed Ground who had suffered for the Voice's ambitions, but he had chosen his side and he was not ashamed of it.
Weaver's Fae tale certainly sounded like a few Jigano had known - Delah, most notably, but there had been the nameless woman making her lantern in the woods. "That is unusually rude, even for their warriors," he chuckled. "Though it's rare to see them outside the Greatwood. I hope the next Fae you meet is more courteous!" Though at least it sounded like a fairly low bar had been set?
He raised a quizzical brow at the conclusion she had jumped to, giving a slight shake of his head. He had thought he'd spoken politely... And had let Weaver do most of the talking about her benefactor, even when it wasn't all good things. She had drawn far more from his neutral words than he had thought possible. "Apologies if it came across that way. I just wasn't sure what else to say on the matter." He offered an apologetic smile. "A brother, though? What's he like?"
Her carefree approach to her future was a bit bemusing to the bard, but he took it in stride, giving her a lopsided smile at her opportunistic lifestyle. "Not a bad way to live if it gets you through," he agreed, but her return question had him chuckling. "Too many things. I am Provost of the Loreseeker's Guild, Outlander Advisor to the Hollowed Grounds Council, general busybody, and partner to a farmer whose land and animals take up all of his time and some of mine. There's never enough time in the day to do all I have on my plate, but I enjoy exploring and meeting new people, gathering new stories and learning more about this world and the people and animals in it."
Weaver's Fae tale certainly sounded like a few Jigano had known - Delah, most notably, but there had been the nameless woman making her lantern in the woods. "That is unusually rude, even for their warriors," he chuckled. "Though it's rare to see them outside the Greatwood. I hope the next Fae you meet is more courteous!" Though at least it sounded like a fairly low bar had been set?
He raised a quizzical brow at the conclusion she had jumped to, giving a slight shake of his head. He had thought he'd spoken politely... And had let Weaver do most of the talking about her benefactor, even when it wasn't all good things. She had drawn far more from his neutral words than he had thought possible. "Apologies if it came across that way. I just wasn't sure what else to say on the matter." He offered an apologetic smile. "A brother, though? What's he like?"
Her carefree approach to her future was a bit bemusing to the bard, but he took it in stride, giving her a lopsided smile at her opportunistic lifestyle. "Not a bad way to live if it gets you through," he agreed, but her return question had him chuckling. "Too many things. I am Provost of the Loreseeker's Guild, Outlander Advisor to the Hollowed Grounds Council, general busybody, and partner to a farmer whose land and animals take up all of his time and some of mine. There's never enough time in the day to do all I have on my plate, but I enjoy exploring and meeting new people, gathering new stories and learning more about this world and the people and animals in it."
