The attention and the sentiment were welcome, even if Jigano himself no longer felt so noble. He inclined his head in gratitude and acceptance of the words though, deciding after a moment's hesitation to take them at face value. The wistful smile that followed was a mystery to the white-haired man who knew so little of what drove Loren. In truth he had only the barest scraps of knowledge about the prodigal Launceleyn; that he had been Remi's lover at one point before disappearing, then the outburst in the Greatwood, his offers of assistance to the Hollowed Grounds at the meeting, followed by the courteous apology at the Rathskeller, and now this day of desperate research. The threads were slender and too few yet to weave a better picture from, but at least the good shared experiences were outnumbering the bad by now.
Someone had turned down magical healing? Perhaps not so surprising, given Arduinna's lack of success in curing the Blight from the plants, but from the people? Jigano hummed thoughtfully, offering a slow nod. "I think they were probably right," he agreed slowly. "But it would be good, perhaps, to run a few experiments all the same and record the results somewhere people have access to it. Start with trying to magically heal blighted plants and animals, and if there's some indication of improvement, or even just slowing the affliction down, I'll volunteer as a human test subject." What did he have to lose, really? And better that such things be tested on him instead of someone like Ronin, in case it backfired.
A skeptical brow arched at hearing that Zariah might not have had the keys on her, but Jigano held his tongue. Loren certainly knew the Tyrant better than the bard ever could - or ever wanted to. From what he'd seen, the woman was arrogant, paranoid, and no little delusional. Most of all, though, she was controlling to an absurd degree. He couldn't imagine her leaving the keys anywhere that they might fall into 'unapproved' hands... "She might have left them in a locked room," he agreed as that train of thought ran to its final stop. "One that only she or Edy could open, in order to retrieve them." Not that it mattered without the doors, as Loren pragmatically pointed out. And Remi would have probably made one if he could have, the alchemist helpful to a fault. Jigano grimaced a little in shared awkward concern over the alchemist's occasionally too-helpful ways.
For a moment he thought they had come to the end of their current conversation, but mention of the Spark Bird reminded him of what they still needed to do. "Yes, of course. We should get together with Remi soon as well, to being experimenting on what summoning and creation magic can do. The Spark Bird, though..." he paused, and just the thought of the great, beautiful creature seemed to quiet the seething in his blood as he cast his mind back to the last Long Night. The terror, the anger, the pain... and the wonder, when she had finally arrived and the sacrifices were proven not to be in vain. "She is large, more roc than eagle, and she burns, each feather limned in flame. Sparks fall from her wings, more electric than fire. She is bright, too, giving off light enough to drive the monsters back from the entire Sanctuary when she was perched in the square."
Someone had turned down magical healing? Perhaps not so surprising, given Arduinna's lack of success in curing the Blight from the plants, but from the people? Jigano hummed thoughtfully, offering a slow nod. "I think they were probably right," he agreed slowly. "But it would be good, perhaps, to run a few experiments all the same and record the results somewhere people have access to it. Start with trying to magically heal blighted plants and animals, and if there's some indication of improvement, or even just slowing the affliction down, I'll volunteer as a human test subject." What did he have to lose, really? And better that such things be tested on him instead of someone like Ronin, in case it backfired.
A skeptical brow arched at hearing that Zariah might not have had the keys on her, but Jigano held his tongue. Loren certainly knew the Tyrant better than the bard ever could - or ever wanted to. From what he'd seen, the woman was arrogant, paranoid, and no little delusional. Most of all, though, she was controlling to an absurd degree. He couldn't imagine her leaving the keys anywhere that they might fall into 'unapproved' hands... "She might have left them in a locked room," he agreed as that train of thought ran to its final stop. "One that only she or Edy could open, in order to retrieve them." Not that it mattered without the doors, as Loren pragmatically pointed out. And Remi would have probably made one if he could have, the alchemist helpful to a fault. Jigano grimaced a little in shared awkward concern over the alchemist's occasionally too-helpful ways.
For a moment he thought they had come to the end of their current conversation, but mention of the Spark Bird reminded him of what they still needed to do. "Yes, of course. We should get together with Remi soon as well, to being experimenting on what summoning and creation magic can do. The Spark Bird, though..." he paused, and just the thought of the great, beautiful creature seemed to quiet the seething in his blood as he cast his mind back to the last Long Night. The terror, the anger, the pain... and the wonder, when she had finally arrived and the sacrifices were proven not to be in vain. "She is large, more roc than eagle, and she burns, each feather limned in flame. Sparks fall from her wings, more electric than fire. She is bright, too, giving off light enough to drive the monsters back from the entire Sanctuary when she was perched in the square."
