He heard the bartender saying something behind him, but was too busy dealing with a fluffy ball of needles and mischief to focus on the words. By the time he had sorted out his hair and was able to flick a gaze back at Bastien the man was leaning rather heavily on the bar with a sickly expression on his face. Flushed cheeks, dilated eyes… ”Ah, yes, I… suppose there is,” the bard murmured, concern starting to overtake his brief temper at the kitten.
”Jigano,” the lorekeeper corrected, a touch of his wry humor coming back into his voice. ”Bard and general entertainer, thanks to the kindness of mistress Vervain. I’ll be your coworker here, ah… I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. Are you… Devrum, by chance?” It was the only other name he could remember from Edy’s babbling, at least that he didn’t have a face to put with yet. He glanced down at the kitten, raising a brow at its antics as if to say I’m on to you, then glanced up again at Bastien.
”Forgive me, friend but… you don’t look well. Would you like a hand over to the infirmary?”
”Jigano,” the lorekeeper corrected, a touch of his wry humor coming back into his voice. ”Bard and general entertainer, thanks to the kindness of mistress Vervain. I’ll be your coworker here, ah… I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name. Are you… Devrum, by chance?” It was the only other name he could remember from Edy’s babbling, at least that he didn’t have a face to put with yet. He glanced down at the kitten, raising a brow at its antics as if to say I’m on to you, then glanced up again at Bastien.
”Forgive me, friend but… you don’t look well. Would you like a hand over to the infirmary?”
