Isuma peeped a curious welcome to their guest in the hall, but it took Killian's voice to jerk the lorekeeper from his circling thoughts. Blue eyes found the new arrival, momentarily hard and cold in the shadows of the underground hall, but then he shifted into a beam of light and the ice melted from them as he recognized the tall young man who stood at the far side of the great table. Jigano blinked, caught for a moment between welcoming his friend and snarling back to his research, but he had already discovered that the books he had access to here held no more information he could use.
He was lost and grasping at straws for his answers, but he had spent too many years wearing masks to lose his even now. He didn't quite manage a smile, but he nodded to his guest, straightening and seeming to subtly shift back into a civilized scholar once more. There was a tightness about his eyes, however, a shadow that lingered in spite of his courteous half-bow of welcome.
"Killian," he said, surprised to see the young man again, though it would have been far more pleasant under better circumstances. "Things are a bit... unsettled right now. But no, of course I don't mind you coming in." Time was a precious commodity, ticking by, running out, but he drew in a slow breath, forcing himself to settle and calm down. He would be no help to anyone if he couldn't control himself.
And at this point he needed all the help he could get.
"Please, sit. What can I do for you?"
He was lost and grasping at straws for his answers, but he had spent too many years wearing masks to lose his even now. He didn't quite manage a smile, but he nodded to his guest, straightening and seeming to subtly shift back into a civilized scholar once more. There was a tightness about his eyes, however, a shadow that lingered in spite of his courteous half-bow of welcome.
"Killian," he said, surprised to see the young man again, though it would have been far more pleasant under better circumstances. "Things are a bit... unsettled right now. But no, of course I don't mind you coming in." Time was a precious commodity, ticking by, running out, but he drew in a slow breath, forcing himself to settle and calm down. He would be no help to anyone if he couldn't control himself.
And at this point he needed all the help he could get.
"Please, sit. What can I do for you?"
