Frosted Iron

”And here I was thinking you were the very pinnacle of a model citizen.” Caiside teased gently, trying to coax Isuma onto his shoulder. ”Though I would say your old sovereign was the unhealthy one, seeing as you outlasted them.” He moved around the counter, stopping beside Jigano and considering. Jigano was a friend, the first he’d made since coming here, and the only person to earn even a little of Caisides trust. Enough that he felt safe in revealing more details of his past. ”Before this world, my crimes were... exaggerated. I had the gall to be on the losing side of a war.” He smiled tightly, not offering more, but hoping his friend would understand the gravity behind the admission. Whatever he’d said seemed to have distressed the bard, which had not been his intention. There was a flare up of irritation in his chest that he tried to keep from crystallizing into anger. Caiside was normally so careful with his words, but the sickness creeping upon him seemed to have robbed him of his silver rogue, in addition to everything else. ”The first time I was caught entering the Greatwoods.” Caiside sighed, and shook his head, lamenting his misstep. ”The Left Hand caught up with me. If I’m being honest, I don’t know how I managed to avoid repercussions then.” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;