Jigano nodded gravely, accepting Are’s sympathy with grace. ”Thank you,” he said simply. Neither could he understand what the cobbler had lost: a partner, a lover, a spouse. But it was not in him to be so cruel as to deny the man that hope when he was still coming to terms with where and how he had arrived. And perhaps she had fallen through a separate portal, arriving in a different place entirely, or even outside the barrier itself.
A barrier Are did not understand yet, but would soon. Again Jigano bowed at the courteous words, kneeling to catch Isuma before she could try to worry Are’s boot strings. ”There are worse things to lose than power,” he said quietly, cuddling the little gryphon close and feeling her settle against his chest with a purr of pure love. ”But I thank you again, Are son of Jorm, for your kindness.” He found a smile at that, giving a small shake of his head even as he juggled his little companion back to his shoulder and reached out to take the offered hand firmly. ”You owe me nothing that a round of drinks and an evening of sharing stories won’t repay,” he demurred. ”Look for the largest building that is mostly intact, and underneath it you’ll find the Rathskeller, a tavern where you can find that fire and meal. Fare well, friend Are, and if you have any further questions I would be happy to answer them. You can find me, or word of where I am, in the Atheneum – the great library. Good luck to you.”
A barrier Are did not understand yet, but would soon. Again Jigano bowed at the courteous words, kneeling to catch Isuma before she could try to worry Are’s boot strings. ”There are worse things to lose than power,” he said quietly, cuddling the little gryphon close and feeling her settle against his chest with a purr of pure love. ”But I thank you again, Are son of Jorm, for your kindness.” He found a smile at that, giving a small shake of his head even as he juggled his little companion back to his shoulder and reached out to take the offered hand firmly. ”You owe me nothing that a round of drinks and an evening of sharing stories won’t repay,” he demurred. ”Look for the largest building that is mostly intact, and underneath it you’ll find the Rathskeller, a tavern where you can find that fire and meal. Fare well, friend Are, and if you have any further questions I would be happy to answer them. You can find me, or word of where I am, in the Atheneum – the great library. Good luck to you.”
