He had snatched a few hours of sleep and begged Vervain for a touch of her healing hands to his ravaged throat and lungs and injured shoulder before going to work on the books Safrin had given them. One last dive into the research before he took those brave enough to join him out into the new woods. Now, with evening upon him, he had found his way to the Rathskeller to listen to those who gathered there to speak in hushed or frantic or fearful or exuberant tones of what had happened the night before. He needed to take the pulse of the Hollowed Grounds and learn what people were thinking - and whether the tensions between Naturals and Outlanders still ran high enough to threaten bloody violence if someone set spark to tinder while he was away leading his scouts the next day.
After a few songs that few people had the attention to listen to he'd finally taken a break and sat down at a table near the fire, putting his harp gently in its case and sipping a mug of beer he didn't particularly enjoy. He caught sight of a dark head making its way determinedly towards him as he was listening surreptitiously to the table beside his, and hid a grimace. Are... wasn't someone he particularly wanted to deal with so soon after the man had let envenomed words fly in the heat of their delve into the Spire's secrets. As the man got closer Jigano could see the two mugs in his hands, however, and his determined path to the bard's table.
Looking morosely down at the mug he already had he nodded as Are settled himself and pushed another across the table. The apology was met with silence at first as Jigano considered the words and the humility that underlay them. He measured his words carefully before he spoke, pinning the cobbler with an icy blue gaze. "In other circumstance, I probably would," he said at last. "But I am no saint, Are son of Jorm. I saw you at Roana's heels, when she set her hounds to harrying Rory yesterday at noon before you all retreated. Did it not occur to you that your ranks consisted all of Outlanders, not a Natural supporter of her among you? Even though she sought to do something that would change the world those born here had known all their lives? How would you have felt if someone like her had shown up in your village on your world, defied the edicts of your gods, and aimed to trespass in their halls of worship when half and more of your townsfolk tried to resist a foreigner's insistence that she knew better than what you had grown up all your life knowing?"
After a few songs that few people had the attention to listen to he'd finally taken a break and sat down at a table near the fire, putting his harp gently in its case and sipping a mug of beer he didn't particularly enjoy. He caught sight of a dark head making its way determinedly towards him as he was listening surreptitiously to the table beside his, and hid a grimace. Are... wasn't someone he particularly wanted to deal with so soon after the man had let envenomed words fly in the heat of their delve into the Spire's secrets. As the man got closer Jigano could see the two mugs in his hands, however, and his determined path to the bard's table.
Looking morosely down at the mug he already had he nodded as Are settled himself and pushed another across the table. The apology was met with silence at first as Jigano considered the words and the humility that underlay them. He measured his words carefully before he spoke, pinning the cobbler with an icy blue gaze. "In other circumstance, I probably would," he said at last. "But I am no saint, Are son of Jorm. I saw you at Roana's heels, when she set her hounds to harrying Rory yesterday at noon before you all retreated. Did it not occur to you that your ranks consisted all of Outlanders, not a Natural supporter of her among you? Even though she sought to do something that would change the world those born here had known all their lives? How would you have felt if someone like her had shown up in your village on your world, defied the edicts of your gods, and aimed to trespass in their halls of worship when half and more of your townsfolk tried to resist a foreigner's insistence that she knew better than what you had grown up all your life knowing?"
