Jigano was less certain that Edy had been 'convinced' of her story, so much as she had found it convenient and salacious enough to amuse her as she spread the rumor around. Given her annoyance at Remi's timidity, he suspected she'd done it as much to mess with the alchemist as anything else - and since Loren's lack of confidence in himself seemed a match for the manticore's, Jigano wouldn't have put it past her to have chosen the tale specifically to rub the (slightly) older Launceleyn the wrong way as well.
Given that she had also made Jigano king - very, very briefly - he also couldn't dispute Loren's distrust of her judgment. He'd learned not to count his enemies dead until they'd been disintegrated beyond even the effects of a Resurrection spell to bring back, however, and if Loren didn't believe she was coming back, the bard was less confident in the preparations he would go about making. Not when there were so many other disasters to distract them all. The mention of 'breeding', though, had him grimacing with distaste as he remembered her reasoning behind the 'men-only' draft and what she had tried to do to Rexanna.
But then again, it wasn't Loren Jigano was worried about if the Tyrant returned and decided to apply pressure on her family. Surely he know that better than the bard ever could though, so the lorekeeper just nodded agreement before the talk turned to the past rather than the future.
What kind of gifts? A small smile managed to win through the blight as the bard tried to remember what forms Loren had seen him in before. He was shy about transforming in front of others, and he had held the secret of his race close for several seasons before finally revealing it to others. It still felt uncomfortable to say it so baldly, and in truth it wasn't even the greatest gift he had received. "A home," he said quietly. "A... place to return to. A family, small and ragged though it might be. Hope and a future." Strange things for a blighted man to be saying, perhaps. Then again, perhaps not; the blight was receding, and what had once been assumed as a death sentence now seemed like it would eventually be a bad memory of a time they had survived more or less intact.
He listened curiously to Loren's list of schools of magic, nodding slowly as they fit with what he had learned of Caido's magic as well. "I've made a study of the different types of magic here," he offered impulsively. "And I've found the notes of previous Caido scholars on the subject. I could share it with you, if you'd like? It might give you a sense of how far your powers may continue to grow across the different schools." He had shared the information with only a few, lacking a school for magic users or any formal training programs, and being hunted by Zariah and then corrupted by the blight. Loren seemed like he might be able to use the knowledge to teach others, though, and he was a strong enough mage to make sense of it.
Given that she had also made Jigano king - very, very briefly - he also couldn't dispute Loren's distrust of her judgment. He'd learned not to count his enemies dead until they'd been disintegrated beyond even the effects of a Resurrection spell to bring back, however, and if Loren didn't believe she was coming back, the bard was less confident in the preparations he would go about making. Not when there were so many other disasters to distract them all. The mention of 'breeding', though, had him grimacing with distaste as he remembered her reasoning behind the 'men-only' draft and what she had tried to do to Rexanna.
But then again, it wasn't Loren Jigano was worried about if the Tyrant returned and decided to apply pressure on her family. Surely he know that better than the bard ever could though, so the lorekeeper just nodded agreement before the talk turned to the past rather than the future.
What kind of gifts? A small smile managed to win through the blight as the bard tried to remember what forms Loren had seen him in before. He was shy about transforming in front of others, and he had held the secret of his race close for several seasons before finally revealing it to others. It still felt uncomfortable to say it so baldly, and in truth it wasn't even the greatest gift he had received. "A home," he said quietly. "A... place to return to. A family, small and ragged though it might be. Hope and a future." Strange things for a blighted man to be saying, perhaps. Then again, perhaps not; the blight was receding, and what had once been assumed as a death sentence now seemed like it would eventually be a bad memory of a time they had survived more or less intact.
He listened curiously to Loren's list of schools of magic, nodding slowly as they fit with what he had learned of Caido's magic as well. "I've made a study of the different types of magic here," he offered impulsively. "And I've found the notes of previous Caido scholars on the subject. I could share it with you, if you'd like? It might give you a sense of how far your powers may continue to grow across the different schools." He had shared the information with only a few, lacking a school for magic users or any formal training programs, and being hunted by Zariah and then corrupted by the blight. Loren seemed like he might be able to use the knowledge to teach others, though, and he was a strong enough mage to make sense of it.
