Between one thing and another he had somehow continued to miss the proprietor of the Rathskeller - one Vervain, he'd learned from Edy. But now that the cold had come to stay and he had no desire to live wild and rough any more than he had to, he was making himself find the time.
Jigano had done his best to polish his appearance - as best he could in the fallen-down world inside the Barrier. He was leaner than he'd been six weeks ago, but a little stronger, too. He was clean, his long hair brushed to silkiness and arranged in a complex braid, and his nails were neatly filed and scrubbed.
The information he'd gathered from a laconic Edy indicated that the woman he wanted to see should be around this afternoon. He'd warmed up his voice and his fingers as best he could in the bitter cold of Deepfrost, and brought a book in case his spitfire young friend had been wrong, but he had hopes that this time luck would be on his side.
Descending from the Temple to the Rathskeller, he strode into the bar with blue eyes bright and seeking, and a friendly smile on his lips as he looked around for his prey - and soon, he hoped, his patron.
Jigano had done his best to polish his appearance - as best he could in the fallen-down world inside the Barrier. He was leaner than he'd been six weeks ago, but a little stronger, too. He was clean, his long hair brushed to silkiness and arranged in a complex braid, and his nails were neatly filed and scrubbed.
The information he'd gathered from a laconic Edy indicated that the woman he wanted to see should be around this afternoon. He'd warmed up his voice and his fingers as best he could in the bitter cold of Deepfrost, and brought a book in case his spitfire young friend had been wrong, but he had hopes that this time luck would be on his side.
Descending from the Temple to the Rathskeller, he strode into the bar with blue eyes bright and seeking, and a friendly smile on his lips as he looked around for his prey - and soon, he hoped, his patron.
