The lighting in the Temple was dim, but it was still a place where people came occasionally, needing to get away from the claustrophobic constraints of the Rathskeller with its fill of unwashed bodies and fear, spilled beer and constant susurrus of low, nervous voices. This had been a notable Long Night indeed, after all; the first for most of the Outlanders, filled with new terrors and lessons learned at great price. The naturals had likely never seen so many idiots opening doors or going outside amidst the monsters - or so many survivors of such foolish endeavors.
Jigano felt fractured, fragile still but-- recovering. Recovered enough, at least, for some of his ennui and fear to have faded and for his feet to grow restless in the confines of the Infirmary and Temple beyond, though not yet sturdy enough to face the sea of faces in the Rathskeller. So now he prowled the Temple's confines, tending to the few low candles that provided light for the daring few who braved the upstairs, and tidying the shrine for the future prayers of the faithful or the desperate.
His rounds took him near to the door, and he paused to check the locks again, against the chance that some other brave or mad fool had slipped out into the dark and left them unguarded once more.
Samuel
Jigano felt fractured, fragile still but-- recovering. Recovered enough, at least, for some of his ennui and fear to have faded and for his feet to grow restless in the confines of the Infirmary and Temple beyond, though not yet sturdy enough to face the sea of faces in the Rathskeller. So now he prowled the Temple's confines, tending to the few low candles that provided light for the daring few who braved the upstairs, and tidying the shrine for the future prayers of the faithful or the desperate.
His rounds took him near to the door, and he paused to check the locks again, against the chance that some other brave or mad fool had slipped out into the dark and left them unguarded once more.
