Lucas inclined his head politely to Jigano, as if to assure the other man that it was no trouble to offer suggestions that might better all of them. His green eyes, though, drank in the cracks in his social mask - the bard was clearly worried about something, but he had thus proven almost airtight to questions regarding it, both direct and subtle. So Lucas left well enough alone, slowing his steps as they neared the Atheneum.
Arching an eyebrow at the sudden interest, the Ascended shrugged his shoulders. "A few days ago?" He hazarded a guess. "I didn't attend myself, but I heard it was quite the spectacle. He is from outside the barrier, but was dropped into this place the same as we were. Ianto, I think he called himself."
Arching an eyebrow at the sudden interest, the Ascended shrugged his shoulders. "A few days ago?" He hazarded a guess. "I didn't attend myself, but I heard it was quite the spectacle. He is from outside the barrier, but was dropped into this place the same as we were. Ianto, I think he called himself."
