He didn't understand her confusion as he spoke. It was almost as if she couldn't understand why he wasn't able to better identify lies... or was it the lies themselves that confused her? That he found many of the people he had met on Caido to be trustworthy caused her obvious disbelief lightened his expression to a hint of a smile, understanding how she felt. Two seasons ago he would have reacted the same! But Eliza made no move to follow up on her question, and allowed him to ask one in return.
Her answer wasn't exactly reassuring, but he tilted his head to the side with a wry grin of acknowledgment. "Agreed! Especially since it will probably be a lot worse for me!" Given that the warchief had probably taken his friends in punishment for trespassing unknowingly, he suspected it would be much worse for someone to be caught sneaking around their village purposefully.
Eliza's next question was a bit of a surprise, but less strange than her previous one. Jigano frowned thoughtfully, wondering how much was common knowledge outside the barrier. Three hundred years was a long time...
"The barrier kept the Old gods out," he began, trying to gauge by her reaction if this was known - and if so, if it was really understood. "Mort, Vi, and Rae... they were names in old books, or stories passed down, but not really an active part of the lives of the people inside. But they left their... herald gods? For lack of a better term, Ludo, Safrin, and Frey did Their work for those trapped within, as best they could, separated from those who had made them." He thought back on his prayers at various shrines around the Hollowed Grounds, and his lips curved in a wry smile in spite of the seriousness of the day. "I have met Safrin once, and found her a wise and beautiful being, but it is the soul guide Ludo who I send my prayers to." He considered adding that he had helped the masked god before, gathering wandering spirits after Long Night with his heartsister Amalia, but it felt too much like bragging, and he did not think Eliza would be impressed by that.
"What of you? Which god do you pray to most often?" Less innovative than his previous questions, perhaps, but given what Safrin had told him of the Old Gods it was a useful one indeed. That Eliza had asked it first made it no less important.
Her answer wasn't exactly reassuring, but he tilted his head to the side with a wry grin of acknowledgment. "Agreed! Especially since it will probably be a lot worse for me!" Given that the warchief had probably taken his friends in punishment for trespassing unknowingly, he suspected it would be much worse for someone to be caught sneaking around their village purposefully.
Eliza's next question was a bit of a surprise, but less strange than her previous one. Jigano frowned thoughtfully, wondering how much was common knowledge outside the barrier. Three hundred years was a long time...
"The barrier kept the Old gods out," he began, trying to gauge by her reaction if this was known - and if so, if it was really understood. "Mort, Vi, and Rae... they were names in old books, or stories passed down, but not really an active part of the lives of the people inside. But they left their... herald gods? For lack of a better term, Ludo, Safrin, and Frey did Their work for those trapped within, as best they could, separated from those who had made them." He thought back on his prayers at various shrines around the Hollowed Grounds, and his lips curved in a wry smile in spite of the seriousness of the day. "I have met Safrin once, and found her a wise and beautiful being, but it is the soul guide Ludo who I send my prayers to." He considered adding that he had helped the masked god before, gathering wandering spirits after Long Night with his heartsister Amalia, but it felt too much like bragging, and he did not think Eliza would be impressed by that.
"What of you? Which god do you pray to most often?" Less innovative than his previous questions, perhaps, but given what Safrin had told him of the Old Gods it was a useful one indeed. That Eliza had asked it first made it no less important.
