Not even a crack in that granite facade, eh? Well, he'd tried, and Jigano subsided again, letting his forepaw drop back to the snow so that he lay stretched out in a sinuous sphinx-pose, loose-limbed and comfortable in the snow. Not even the bard's more sincere optimism seemed to make a dent, if Korbin's mournful sigh was anything to go by.
And the lad wasn't wrong. Loren was as stubborn a busybody as Jigano, and unlikely to let a mere killing blizzard stop him.
At least the offer of help was welcome, but the service he asked in return had the dragon's head drooping in regret as he shook his horned skull in negation. I'm afraid not, he admitted. How long have you been cursed for? Is there any signs of it abating?
And the lad wasn't wrong. Loren was as stubborn a busybody as Jigano, and unlikely to let a mere killing blizzard stop him.
At least the offer of help was welcome, but the service he asked in return had the dragon's head drooping in regret as he shook his horned skull in negation. I'm afraid not, he admitted. How long have you been cursed for? Is there any signs of it abating?
