"Yar, jus' a second." Came a disgruntled voice from the back of the shop. True to his word, within a matter of moments the man appeared, wiping grimy hands on a cloth that might once have been white, but was now the indistinct colour of time and use. His wizened and grumpy face immediately turned into a gnarled and toothy grin upon seeing the bard. "Ahh, tis you. And ye' bring me the youngin' you spoke of." He said with a cackle that quickly turned into a series of coughs.
The herbs that Jigano had brought had done wonders for his joints and the fluid buildup in his lungs. But he was still an old, old man, and not even magical herbs could undo a lifetime of memories and moments.
The herbs that Jigano had brought had done wonders for his joints and the fluid buildup in his lungs. But he was still an old, old man, and not even magical herbs could undo a lifetime of memories and moments.
