Zariah may have denied them the Greatwood - or at least, tried to. Whether that would be effective was yet to be seen, but Jigano had to admit that until he could get Vervain to look at his arm and finish the job that the young healing mage in the Infirmary had started, he was probably better off staying closer to home anyways. It was hard to fight or flee in his current state, something he found just as chafing as the notice board's unfortunate fruit of late. At least it wasn't his right arm; his handwriting was better on the right, and he could still work on his journals and chronicles of the current events...
Until he became too restless to remain in the safe confines of his Guildhall. He had already begun quietly preparing for trouble, having stone slabs lowered into the window wells he and his guildmates had spent the spring cleaning out, to deny entry and prevent vandalism. The window wells had then been covered over and a masking of rubble shifted above them to hide the work. Shutters had been added to the inside of the glass, sturdy metal to keep out the monsters of Long Night... but also monsters that might be abroad at other times of year. It made the Hall darker by far, but Remi's glow-lanterns helped alleviate some of that, at least.
And he hated it.
He wasn't as claustrophobic as Rory, but he twitched at the thought of being caged, his skin fitting ill against his bones as part of him raged at the restrictions to his freedom, even those he had approved himself. And so he walked. Prowled. His feet led him through the Settlement in a path without conscious goal... though when he heard the sound of wood hitting wood he wasn't too surprised to see that his subconscious had brought him to Deimos.
He watched the big man as he approached on quiet feet, noting the easy violence and explosive strength of the strikes. Deimos clearly knew his way around a sword, no less than Hiraku had. Which, if things were going the way he feared...
"Those blocks don't stand a chance against you," he called out cheerfully as he made his way close enough for comfortable conversation. "Though I doubt your enemies will be so kind as to just stand there and take the beating. How do you do against someone who can dodge those attacks of yours?" 'Like, say, Launcelyen loyalists' he didn't quite say aloud, but it was clear as day in his crooked smile.
Until he became too restless to remain in the safe confines of his Guildhall. He had already begun quietly preparing for trouble, having stone slabs lowered into the window wells he and his guildmates had spent the spring cleaning out, to deny entry and prevent vandalism. The window wells had then been covered over and a masking of rubble shifted above them to hide the work. Shutters had been added to the inside of the glass, sturdy metal to keep out the monsters of Long Night... but also monsters that might be abroad at other times of year. It made the Hall darker by far, but Remi's glow-lanterns helped alleviate some of that, at least.
And he hated it.
He wasn't as claustrophobic as Rory, but he twitched at the thought of being caged, his skin fitting ill against his bones as part of him raged at the restrictions to his freedom, even those he had approved himself. And so he walked. Prowled. His feet led him through the Settlement in a path without conscious goal... though when he heard the sound of wood hitting wood he wasn't too surprised to see that his subconscious had brought him to Deimos.
He watched the big man as he approached on quiet feet, noting the easy violence and explosive strength of the strikes. Deimos clearly knew his way around a sword, no less than Hiraku had. Which, if things were going the way he feared...
"Those blocks don't stand a chance against you," he called out cheerfully as he made his way close enough for comfortable conversation. "Though I doubt your enemies will be so kind as to just stand there and take the beating. How do you do against someone who can dodge those attacks of yours?" 'Like, say, Launcelyen loyalists' he didn't quite say aloud, but it was clear as day in his crooked smile.
