If anyone had tried to tell him even a season ago that he would be sharing a meal with and listening to an (ex) assassin speak of her former life, he would have scoffed and checked them for fever. Much had changed in the world in even so brief a time, however, and though he did not trust this woman, his unreasoning hate at her had finally guttered out.
It left room for his curiosity to prickle and itch, that most dangerous of his vices. As she spoke the raven listened, cocking his head to the side curiously as he absorbed her words. A guild? For assassins? Terrifying thought, but though he fluffed his feathers in dismay he stayed silent, sensing something of the hesitancy with which she shared part of her past.
A confused and angry young assassin, it sounded like. Even a frightened one. But still, an assassin who had proudly identified as one even when her guild and master and entire world were shadows of a past distant in space... though not time, it sounded like. Jigano watched her with bright blue eyes, offering no absolution but withholding further judgment as well.
No plans for a life beyond the singular goal her existence had devolved to? Ah, but he could understand that, even if he didn't want to admit it. It was the mention of Mort, though, that caught him like a fish on a hook, reeling him in as his gaze brightened and he straightened up. Mort? Ronin had mentioned the god of death being involved, but Jigano had foolishly assumed he meant Ludo. You've met Mort himself? 'Immortal,' Ronin had called the friend who had sacrificed in exchange for his life, and the raven made a connection he should have put together months ago when Edy had mentioned Ashetta's disappearance in relation to the Fallen Star's return.
A messenger? Yes... that would be useful, he agreed, though it was a distracted agreement as he explored the ramifications of what he had just understood. But... How did you gain immortality? Was it something from Northwind?
It left room for his curiosity to prickle and itch, that most dangerous of his vices. As she spoke the raven listened, cocking his head to the side curiously as he absorbed her words. A guild? For assassins? Terrifying thought, but though he fluffed his feathers in dismay he stayed silent, sensing something of the hesitancy with which she shared part of her past.
A confused and angry young assassin, it sounded like. Even a frightened one. But still, an assassin who had proudly identified as one even when her guild and master and entire world were shadows of a past distant in space... though not time, it sounded like. Jigano watched her with bright blue eyes, offering no absolution but withholding further judgment as well.
No plans for a life beyond the singular goal her existence had devolved to? Ah, but he could understand that, even if he didn't want to admit it. It was the mention of Mort, though, that caught him like a fish on a hook, reeling him in as his gaze brightened and he straightened up. Mort? Ronin had mentioned the god of death being involved, but Jigano had foolishly assumed he meant Ludo. You've met Mort himself? 'Immortal,' Ronin had called the friend who had sacrificed in exchange for his life, and the raven made a connection he should have put together months ago when Edy had mentioned Ashetta's disappearance in relation to the Fallen Star's return.
A messenger? Yes... that would be useful, he agreed, though it was a distracted agreement as he explored the ramifications of what he had just understood. But... How did you gain immortality? Was it something from Northwind?
