Jigano was being cagey about his partner, but Loren figured the bard was entirely entitled to his secrets. After all, the two of them were still strangers, even if they’d rapidly progressed from enemies to shaky allies, at least in the fight against the blight and the monsters. That wasn’t the worst foundation in the world, the summoner decided. As the white-haired man commented that they should make a list of all the ways the blight was not transmitted, Loren furrowed his brow for just a moment; then, a piece of paper appeared in his hand. He passed it over to the other man who would see that it said ‘Blight not passed through skin contact, through contact with bodily fluids, or through any known airborne means.’
Examining the list as well, the Launceleyn pursed his lips. ”What about water?” It would be odd if it was passed through water and not other fluids, but Loren was hardly an expert in diseases. ”You’re right, we should write up something more formal about what is known and not known about the blight and post it on the Notice Board.” In the summoner’s mind disseminating information was almost always the best course of action, though he didn’t really know if doing so would be more likely to create a panic.
Maybe it would be best not to say anything about Jigano’s condition, but the other man had brought it up first. ”Well, given how understanding you have been about my own slip I will do my best to extend the same courtesy to you.” It was awkward, and formal, and probably the wrong thing to say under these circumstances, but Loren wasn’t sure there was a right way to tell someone ‘I’ll try not to hold your blight rages against you.’
Everyone seemed to forget about the kids. Sometimes, that included Loren. He sighed, then explained. ”Beatrix my half-sister, who is ten, and Jace, my nephew, who is four. Zariah must’ve left them with Edy and then…” The Launceleyn trailed off, one because he wasn’t entirely sure yet what had happened to them after and two because surely the white-haired man could have imagined the fact of two youngsters suddenly orphaned. It was a sad tale, despite who they were related to. As for Zariah, and her list, well, the summoner was a little confused about why everyone was still so terrified. ”Sounds good to me. Although we should probably do something about those wanted lists you mentioned.” Remi had been hinting that the government was in its infancy, but undoing the past crimes of the previous monarch seemed like a good first step to Loren. Luckily, it wasn’t the librarian’s problem.
At the mention of a breakthrough, Loren gave the bard as much of a smile as the Launceleyn could muster. It wasn’t great. ”Alright. Let me know what he says. Either way, I’ll be at the oasis in two days.” Hesitatingly, Loren added, ”And we wouldn’t have gotten this far without your efforts, it seems. So never doubt that your work isn’t valued.” Granted, the summoner was new to this situation, but even he could see that Jigano had gone above and beyond the call of duty. Especially for someone suffering, it was impressive. Loren just hoped the other man knew that.
Examining the list as well, the Launceleyn pursed his lips. ”What about water?” It would be odd if it was passed through water and not other fluids, but Loren was hardly an expert in diseases. ”You’re right, we should write up something more formal about what is known and not known about the blight and post it on the Notice Board.” In the summoner’s mind disseminating information was almost always the best course of action, though he didn’t really know if doing so would be more likely to create a panic.
Maybe it would be best not to say anything about Jigano’s condition, but the other man had brought it up first. ”Well, given how understanding you have been about my own slip I will do my best to extend the same courtesy to you.” It was awkward, and formal, and probably the wrong thing to say under these circumstances, but Loren wasn’t sure there was a right way to tell someone ‘I’ll try not to hold your blight rages against you.’
Everyone seemed to forget about the kids. Sometimes, that included Loren. He sighed, then explained. ”Beatrix my half-sister, who is ten, and Jace, my nephew, who is four. Zariah must’ve left them with Edy and then…” The Launceleyn trailed off, one because he wasn’t entirely sure yet what had happened to them after and two because surely the white-haired man could have imagined the fact of two youngsters suddenly orphaned. It was a sad tale, despite who they were related to. As for Zariah, and her list, well, the summoner was a little confused about why everyone was still so terrified. ”Sounds good to me. Although we should probably do something about those wanted lists you mentioned.” Remi had been hinting that the government was in its infancy, but undoing the past crimes of the previous monarch seemed like a good first step to Loren. Luckily, it wasn’t the librarian’s problem.
At the mention of a breakthrough, Loren gave the bard as much of a smile as the Launceleyn could muster. It wasn’t great. ”Alright. Let me know what he says. Either way, I’ll be at the oasis in two days.” Hesitatingly, Loren added, ”And we wouldn’t have gotten this far without your efforts, it seems. So never doubt that your work isn’t valued.” Granted, the summoner was new to this situation, but even he could see that Jigano had gone above and beyond the call of duty. Especially for someone suffering, it was impressive. Loren just hoped the other man knew that.
