"Cautionary tales still make for good storytelling," Jigano pointed out cheerfully. "Though the tales of soldiering are always more popular with people who have never had to march off to battle themselves." He shrugged lightly, glossing over the darkness that lay beneath that particular pit trap. It was easy enough when the companions made it their mission in life to be as cute as possible. Isuma sat back on her haunches and raised a talon, stretching it slowly towards Sugar and inviting her to tap it with her own paw.
The bard's grin widened at Ronin's blush, and he chuckled at the news of the painting. "I hadn't heard about that," he admitted, "but I shouldn't be surprised. But you have to admit, coming back from the...err, sky. On account of being a star..." He trailed off, shaking his head in lingering wonder at the impossibility of it all. Well. Clearly not impossible, was it? Simply very, very improbable. "Well. It's the sort of thing that's worth writing down while it's still fresh." Who knew if it would ever happen again? But perhaps if it did and some future generations found the account they would be better prepared.
He had made his offer a little on impulse, but his brow arched at hearing that Ronin was more of a hand-to-hand combatant. Though... hadn't he been wearing some kind of strange gauntlets when he fought the spire demon? "I don't know hardly anything about hand-to-hand fighting," he admitted wryly. "If someone has gotten that close to me I'm in for a world of hurt. Perhaps I should be asking for lessons from you!"
The bard's grin widened at Ronin's blush, and he chuckled at the news of the painting. "I hadn't heard about that," he admitted, "but I shouldn't be surprised. But you have to admit, coming back from the...err, sky. On account of being a star..." He trailed off, shaking his head in lingering wonder at the impossibility of it all. Well. Clearly not impossible, was it? Simply very, very improbable. "Well. It's the sort of thing that's worth writing down while it's still fresh." Who knew if it would ever happen again? But perhaps if it did and some future generations found the account they would be better prepared.
He had made his offer a little on impulse, but his brow arched at hearing that Ronin was more of a hand-to-hand combatant. Though... hadn't he been wearing some kind of strange gauntlets when he fought the spire demon? "I don't know hardly anything about hand-to-hand fighting," he admitted wryly. "If someone has gotten that close to me I'm in for a world of hurt. Perhaps I should be asking for lessons from you!"
