Frosted Iron

The strange smile on Caiside’s face grew more genuine upon hearing Jigano’s voice, on shaking his hand. Despite what the world threw at him, whatever the ailment plaguing him was, Caiside had a friend, and that was worth his real smile. As he stepped back, Caiside gave in to Isuma’s pleas, burying both hands in her downy feathers. ”I always thought bards were supposed to have a talent for overstatement?” He quipped back quickly, golden eyes lifting to look at his friend while his hands still worked over the gryphlet on the counter. ”Though perhaps with some training? We could trade skills.” The mention of the monarchy, drew a deeply exaggerated sigh from Caiside (perhaps he would be a better bard than he thought) and he rolled his eyes. ”It was not the first warrant I have had out for me. I doubt it will be the last.” There had not been so many he couldn’t count them on one hand, though the crimes he was accused of with them were far more extensive. ”The warrant was actually the second time I was nearly put in jail, just under our tyrant. After that...” ...I started getting sick. ”...I tried to keep my head down, lest it be removed from me. I had heard you received much of the same treatment though. I hope you fared better than I.” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;