Loremoot

What kind of illness indeed? Caiside had laboured over the question himself for days, never coming closer to an answer. That wasn’t the front he wanted to put up though, wasn’t how he wanted the other man to think of him. It took a moment longer to compose himself this time, his smile taking more effort than before, and his words coming out tighter. ”Nothing overly concerning. Just persistent. I do think I’m on the mend now though.” His work however, was an easier subject to talk about. He shifted through papers, pulling out a page with notes on vampire gourds, the most recent ones he’d done. ”I’ve spent some time observing the creatures here, trying to keep notes on them. Well, successfully keeping notes on them. These are some of my results.” Caiside’s pages were filled with looping scrawls and half done drawings, with scribbles and notes lining the margins. ”You can’t have called a meeting just to ask me about what I’ve been doing though.” Caiside turned his attention to Jigano expectantly. Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;