Decision made, it was only a matter of time until he had to put it into motion. And not much time, at that. Who knew when Zariah's patience would run out and she would try to take the bright, gentle baker from them? Or at least, try to. Somehow, Jigano didn't see Deimos (or Remi, Ronin, Rory, himself, and others) standing idly by while that happened. It could very well be the spark that set ablaze a riot of rebellion against the cruel queen.
But it was a riot they were ill-equipped to undertake at the moment. And if they were going to draw Zariah out with bait, he would far rather it be himself than Amalia. No, it would seem he would be paying a visit to their new tyrant, and he doubted he would be welcomed into her home with open arms and silk pillows for his stay.
"I doubt the accommodations are up to my high standards," the bard snorted back, pleased in spite of the seriousness of the situation to hear a laugh - even a black one - from his friend. "The briefer we can make my stay there, the happier I'll be." No, the fox did not like to think of being locked away from the sky and wind, nor from his friends and companion.
And most especially not from Rory. The farmer would do something as impulsive and ill-advised as Deimos would, were Amalia to be thrown in the clink, and Jigano's cold anger and fresh resolve crumbled a little as he sighed and gave the big warrior a pleading look. "But in all seriousness, Deimos, I'll be counting on you and anyone else you can get to help you... Don't let Rory put himself in danger over this. We'll get my situation sorted out, but he... he'll chafe at the bit, if you move too slowly. Keep an eye on him, please?"
But it was a riot they were ill-equipped to undertake at the moment. And if they were going to draw Zariah out with bait, he would far rather it be himself than Amalia. No, it would seem he would be paying a visit to their new tyrant, and he doubted he would be welcomed into her home with open arms and silk pillows for his stay.
"I doubt the accommodations are up to my high standards," the bard snorted back, pleased in spite of the seriousness of the situation to hear a laugh - even a black one - from his friend. "The briefer we can make my stay there, the happier I'll be." No, the fox did not like to think of being locked away from the sky and wind, nor from his friends and companion.
And most especially not from Rory. The farmer would do something as impulsive and ill-advised as Deimos would, were Amalia to be thrown in the clink, and Jigano's cold anger and fresh resolve crumbled a little as he sighed and gave the big warrior a pleading look. "But in all seriousness, Deimos, I'll be counting on you and anyone else you can get to help you... Don't let Rory put himself in danger over this. We'll get my situation sorted out, but he... he'll chafe at the bit, if you move too slowly. Keep an eye on him, please?"
