Caiside was, for once, the only one to respond to Jigano's invitation, and the ex-Provost did his best to hide his disappointment when no others appeared on the stairs. He accepted the cup of cider with a wan smile and raised it in a toast as the red head settled in nearby. "Not the first I would have chosen, though I mean no offense," he joked weakly, glancing around the near-empty Hall with eyes that were shadowed with blight and a smile that failed to reach them. "But I suppose that's what happens when you lose leadership of the Guild you founded." He shook his head, trying not to let the black mood settle over him too strongly, but it was hard not to give in to the black despair that lurked around the edges of every thought.
It was better, at least, than the rage that seethed just beneath the surface, waiting for its chance to pounce.
"It it good to be back though. To be able to walk the street without a disguise or keeping my sword to hand every moment, waking and sleeping." In fact, the blade was nowhere in evidence tonight, only a staff that the bard used as a walking stick leaned up against the wall near the stairs. Given the shaking of his hands, it wasn't hard to guess why he'd had to abandon is precision weapon for something a little more forgiving. "What about you? What have you been up to since Zariah's disappearance?" he asked his friend curiously, gaze dipping curiously to the papers Caiside had set out.
It was better, at least, than the rage that seethed just beneath the surface, waiting for its chance to pounce.
"It it good to be back though. To be able to walk the street without a disguise or keeping my sword to hand every moment, waking and sleeping." In fact, the blade was nowhere in evidence tonight, only a staff that the bard used as a walking stick leaned up against the wall near the stairs. Given the shaking of his hands, it wasn't hard to guess why he'd had to abandon is precision weapon for something a little more forgiving. "What about you? What have you been up to since Zariah's disappearance?" he asked his friend curiously, gaze dipping curiously to the papers Caiside had set out.
