Jigano arrived with a heavy pack upon his back, waving cheerfully to Deimos as he stumped towards the doors and shook the snow from boots and cloak. "I've brought some ramphire meat from Torchline," he called by way of greeting. The hunting expedition with Kinne had gone surprisingly smoothly, and the plump feathered beastie had provided an unexpected bounty that he and Rory had carefully dried and smoked. A treat he hoped would help leaven some of LongNight's more usual flavorless fare from the gristly Grounder herds.
The bard headed first to where they'd be setting up the communal kitchen to drop off his supplies of food for the people who would remain, taking the time to create an ice chest of thick wood and metal with his magic, then filling it with snow to keep the meat cool. It was preserved enough that it should have been fine regardless, but the extra preparations wouldn't hurt and he had magic enough to spare, and time as well while they waited for more hands to arrive.
He rejoined the General as soon as he was done, a silver brow arched in his usual humor, though a flicker of worry shadowed blue eyes behind the merry facade. "Are we ready?"
The bard headed first to where they'd be setting up the communal kitchen to drop off his supplies of food for the people who would remain, taking the time to create an ice chest of thick wood and metal with his magic, then filling it with snow to keep the meat cool. It was preserved enough that it should have been fine regardless, but the extra preparations wouldn't hurt and he had magic enough to spare, and time as well while they waited for more hands to arrive.
He rejoined the General as soon as he was done, a silver brow arched in his usual humor, though a flicker of worry shadowed blue eyes behind the merry facade. "Are we ready?"
