Jigano made a motion with his hand and smield, indicating the request was already accepted - as was the reciprocal payment of information if and when Ronin learned more about his new state between man and god. They could always ask Safrin, the lorekeeper thought... but where was the fun in having all of life's answers handed to them on a silver platter? If they couldn't find their information with the resources on hand, then they could turn to the gods. Until then, the fun was in the chase, and the prey was as much knowledge as they could find!
"We know a little," he began after setting the remaining half of his pastry down, ticking the points off on his fingers. "From a bird's-eye view we saw immediately that we cannot pass to the south. Great walls of rock have been upthrust from the earth, preventing anyone from walking that way, and a sandstorm blows above them, blocking any Attuned with wings from passing over them. It's possible the storm will subside in time..." he shrugged wryly, showing what he thought about that. "But the gods didn't want people leaving the Hollowed Grounds in the first place, hence the barrier. With that gone, my guess is that they have found other ways to hem us in, since we've run into similar storms to the west. East is ocean... it might be a way out, if we can sail around the coast, though the Naturals don't have boats or trained sailors. Some of the Outlanders might have the skills needed for it, though," he mused thoughtfully. "We haven't tried much in that direction yet, though I suppose I'd keep an eye out for sea monsters guarding the waters and hemming us in that way. Which leaves the north, and the enchanted forest that doesn't seem to like intruders," he finished, grinning wryly at Ronin and pausing to let his fellow guildmaster ask any questions about what he'd already said.
"We know a little," he began after setting the remaining half of his pastry down, ticking the points off on his fingers. "From a bird's-eye view we saw immediately that we cannot pass to the south. Great walls of rock have been upthrust from the earth, preventing anyone from walking that way, and a sandstorm blows above them, blocking any Attuned with wings from passing over them. It's possible the storm will subside in time..." he shrugged wryly, showing what he thought about that. "But the gods didn't want people leaving the Hollowed Grounds in the first place, hence the barrier. With that gone, my guess is that they have found other ways to hem us in, since we've run into similar storms to the west. East is ocean... it might be a way out, if we can sail around the coast, though the Naturals don't have boats or trained sailors. Some of the Outlanders might have the skills needed for it, though," he mused thoughtfully. "We haven't tried much in that direction yet, though I suppose I'd keep an eye out for sea monsters guarding the waters and hemming us in that way. Which leaves the north, and the enchanted forest that doesn't seem to like intruders," he finished, grinning wryly at Ronin and pausing to let his fellow guildmaster ask any questions about what he'd already said.
