Loremoot

Caisides lips pursed to a thin line as he listened to the silver haired mans explanation, feeling sympathetic to the sad state Jigano had been in, but also annoyed that it wasn’t more helpful to him. Perhaps, if he could pin down how he’d gotten sick, he could find a way to alleviate the symptoms. Or at least pretend that was something within his power, so he didn’t feel so helpless. Caiside reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh, then drained his glass in one shot, wanting to feel something other than what he was. The mention of Frey, though Caiside knew it was coming, knew it had to be  with what they were talking about, still made him flinch, irrational anger twisting his face and his hands. Jigano moves on quickly, the words dull in Caisides ears until a look, a smile, brought him back to some kind of sense. He has heard of, but not met Ludo, and only read of Mort, but the loreseekers explanation paints both in a charitable light. ”I think it’s a good gesture.” He said slowly, picturing the area Jigano was talking about. ”I would be honoured to help. In my home, the goddess of death was one who I revered, and one of the few I ever actually interacted with.” He smiles, and leans back. ”If you want my help, I will be there for you.” Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;