"I am glad I didn't attack you, as I did others," Jigano said quietly, uncertain why Sam looked so uncomfortable. Had he assaulted the bookmaker after all, and he was lying to spare the bard's feelings? The lorekeeper had already apologized for his blight-fueled words at the Spire the night it had happened, and thought that the apology had been accepted. It didn't occur to him to continue groveling over it, not when others bore significant scars from the damage he'd inflicted before they could stab him with one of Vi's Roses. "When the first snowflakes began to fall... I felt myself fading. I ran, tried to get as far away from here, from everyone, as I could but...then it all went dark. And the only memories I have were when I was stuck with thorns from the Roses. At least, until just recently."
Lest he begin to feel too sorry for himself, however, Sam's news struck all worries of his own behavior from his mind as the blight roared to life within him, taking the spark of anger and fanning it to a wildfire. There was a vicious, wicked cast to him in that light, his weakness vanishing as black blood pulsed gleefully through his veins and nibbled at the edges of his mind again. "Did he get her scent?" the blightbeast growled, clawed hands flexing as if already knuckles-deep in the attacker's viscera. "Is he tracking her down?" A manticore could do a great deal of damage, Jigano knew, but he wanted Sam's enemy beneath his claws and fangs, and a low growl rumbled ominously in his throat as he pushed away from the table to stalk a restless pacing around the room, half-tempted to head up the stairs and begin the hunt then and there.
Lest he begin to feel too sorry for himself, however, Sam's news struck all worries of his own behavior from his mind as the blight roared to life within him, taking the spark of anger and fanning it to a wildfire. There was a vicious, wicked cast to him in that light, his weakness vanishing as black blood pulsed gleefully through his veins and nibbled at the edges of his mind again. "Did he get her scent?" the blightbeast growled, clawed hands flexing as if already knuckles-deep in the attacker's viscera. "Is he tracking her down?" A manticore could do a great deal of damage, Jigano knew, but he wanted Sam's enemy beneath his claws and fangs, and a low growl rumbled ominously in his throat as he pushed away from the table to stalk a restless pacing around the room, half-tempted to head up the stairs and begin the hunt then and there.
