Jigano was good at finding out information. And with LongNight just around the corner, he was burning the candle at both ends trying to do his part in preparations. For the Grounds as a whole. For the farm that was his home. For his Guild and his friends and his people...
And they had lost their Healer, Phoebe abandoning them without so much as a word to their faces as she sought greener pastures. Not that he blamed her, but the method she had chosen was... frustrating, to say the least. It left Evie scrambling to fill a gap she hadn't expected to be dragged into at the last minute, and it meant trying to stock an Infirmary and College that had been closed down without warning for the inevitable injuries, illnesses, and corpses that the most dangerous week of the year would bring.
As one of the Heroes of Haulani who had diverted the lava's flow and saved the town, he'd found the locals happy to chat with him on many topics. It was during one such conversation in a bar that he'd overheard talk of the ramphires, beasts whose horns and plumage were said to possess medicinal properties. It was worth checking out; at the very least the meat would be appreciated, and if the beasts did have some curative magic then all the better to rebuild their supplies. So he'd posted a notice asking for a guide into the jungle to track these elusive creatures and now he waited at the edge of the jungle on Apopo's slopes to see who - if anyone - would come, wearing his simple sleeveless tunic over linen pants and leather boots, white hair pulled back in a simple tail for the day's travels.
Lirsi
And they had lost their Healer, Phoebe abandoning them without so much as a word to their faces as she sought greener pastures. Not that he blamed her, but the method she had chosen was... frustrating, to say the least. It left Evie scrambling to fill a gap she hadn't expected to be dragged into at the last minute, and it meant trying to stock an Infirmary and College that had been closed down without warning for the inevitable injuries, illnesses, and corpses that the most dangerous week of the year would bring.
As one of the Heroes of Haulani who had diverted the lava's flow and saved the town, he'd found the locals happy to chat with him on many topics. It was during one such conversation in a bar that he'd overheard talk of the ramphires, beasts whose horns and plumage were said to possess medicinal properties. It was worth checking out; at the very least the meat would be appreciated, and if the beasts did have some curative magic then all the better to rebuild their supplies. So he'd posted a notice asking for a guide into the jungle to track these elusive creatures and now he waited at the edge of the jungle on Apopo's slopes to see who - if anyone - would come, wearing his simple sleeveless tunic over linen pants and leather boots, white hair pulled back in a simple tail for the day's travels.
