Ideas could be dangerous things, in the wrong minds. Jigano knew that better than anyone, and yet here he was, standing at the edge of a ruined city and looking out over the mix of damaged and fallen buildings, shattered roads, and gaping holes like wounds in the earth, leading to darker and even more dangerous places. He tucked his cloak more tightly about him as his eyes roamed the broken landscape, made even starker in the monochromatic shades of Deepfrost.
Certain resources weren’t easy to find in isolated Caido, though. Metals, raw or worked, didn’t grow on trees, and there were no mountains to bear ore deposits from deep within the earth. Metals had to be recycled from existing tools and weapons, or else scavenged from among the bones of the past, when there were both more people and fewer nightmares that walked the hollowed grounds. So here Jigano stood, keeping an eye out for trouble, but also trying to discern from the way certain foundations were laid out amidst the rubble if there had been a smithy or a forge there? A city guard garrison might also have scraps he could use, or a rich person’s manor, though he assumed those would have been the first picked over by survivors.
Then again, the locals had a funny way of being right about what places and things to fear. If they chose not to come here, it was probably for a good reason… But the lorekeeper had reasons of his own.
Isuma was safely tucked into a basket in the guildhall with Isla today, just in case trouble appeared where it was most expected, and Jigano had invited along a ‘bodyguard’ from the Monster Hunter’s Guild – just to be on the safe side. After all, Sam had made it clear that he wouldn’t forgive the bard if Jigano died now, so the Loreseeker provost waited patiently in the water sunlight of late morning for his friend to arrive so they could begin their search in earnest.
Edrei
Certain resources weren’t easy to find in isolated Caido, though. Metals, raw or worked, didn’t grow on trees, and there were no mountains to bear ore deposits from deep within the earth. Metals had to be recycled from existing tools and weapons, or else scavenged from among the bones of the past, when there were both more people and fewer nightmares that walked the hollowed grounds. So here Jigano stood, keeping an eye out for trouble, but also trying to discern from the way certain foundations were laid out amidst the rubble if there had been a smithy or a forge there? A city guard garrison might also have scraps he could use, or a rich person’s manor, though he assumed those would have been the first picked over by survivors.
Then again, the locals had a funny way of being right about what places and things to fear. If they chose not to come here, it was probably for a good reason… But the lorekeeper had reasons of his own.
Isuma was safely tucked into a basket in the guildhall with Isla today, just in case trouble appeared where it was most expected, and Jigano had invited along a ‘bodyguard’ from the Monster Hunter’s Guild – just to be on the safe side. After all, Sam had made it clear that he wouldn’t forgive the bard if Jigano died now, so the Loreseeker provost waited patiently in the water sunlight of late morning for his friend to arrive so they could begin their search in earnest.
