He wasn't sure whether the young man would be at the guildhall or his business, and if it had been the former, that would have been Jigano's next stop. Seeing as he had a flaming Sparkbird feather, however, it seemed wiser to bring it someplace that would hopefully have better fireproofing first. Luckily a familiar, if muffled, voice called out and the bard breathed a sigh of relief before he squared his shoulders and pushed the door open. Damply dripping, for once the bard didn't look particularly put together - and was almost sheepish as he nodded to the alchemist in greeting.
"Good afternoon, Remi. I was wondering if today was a good time to run some experiments on the feather and geodes? If not, I can come back later," the bard offered, shaking wet hair back. He glanced around, openly curious as he took in the clutter and objects both mysterious and mundane that lay around the shop. It was his first time entering it, though he'd visited Sam's bookshop next door often enough. "Are Aoife and Sugar with you today?" Though Remi had told him that Sugar was denning at the guildhall now, still Jigano was tentatively hopeful he could see the little white dragon again. Isuma had stopped to con a baker out of some pastry crumbs while he had walked through the rain, but he could feel her a little ways off and approaching with a self-satisfied feeling to her fluffy thoughts.
"Good afternoon, Remi. I was wondering if today was a good time to run some experiments on the feather and geodes? If not, I can come back later," the bard offered, shaking wet hair back. He glanced around, openly curious as he took in the clutter and objects both mysterious and mundane that lay around the shop. It was his first time entering it, though he'd visited Sam's bookshop next door often enough. "Are Aoife and Sugar with you today?" Though Remi had told him that Sugar was denning at the guildhall now, still Jigano was tentatively hopeful he could see the little white dragon again. Isuma had stopped to con a baker out of some pastry crumbs while he had walked through the rain, but he could feel her a little ways off and approaching with a self-satisfied feeling to her fluffy thoughts.
