Deimos took the bard's answer and gave little back in way of reaction or expression to tell Jigano how the other man felt about it. It was as frustrating as always, but it was the General's way, and there was a certain reassurance in knowing that some things weren't going to change. Fires were stoked, unicorns were nodded to, and through it all the other man absorbed Jigano's words like a sponge. At least no further doubts were forthcoming. Perhaps because it was Kiada's quest and not his, or perhaps because it had been given by a god. Or perhaps because Deimos was willing to trust in the preparations and skills of the two who would be facing the night together. It was so hard to tell with the stoic mountain of a man, but the offer of armor was kindly made, and Jigano nodded gravely in acceptance.
"Thank you," he returned before focusing his attention more firmly on the treasures in metal and leather laid out on the table. Heavier armor would only slow him down when his greatest defense was his speed, but there were pieces that had been crafted to be both light and strong, and he choose a pair of bracers. A glance back showed the Sword hard at work with his magic, coaxing nothingness into form and function, beauty and lethality, elegance and sturdy simplicity to withstand the rigors of the combat to come. A crossbow in copper hues that struck highlights from the bard's golden-brown skin. He accepted it for the purpose of admiring it, much as he had appreciated the basket that Deimos had once made for him. "It's beautiful," he murmured, peering at the workmanship of the mechanisms and the strength of the string.
He had come bearing apologies, and he would be leaving bearing gifts. It seemed to be a very solid sort of positive reinforcement for his decision, though he didn't realize it in the moment. Instead he continued to sift through the allotments of armor, seeking some other part or piece that he could use to defend himself from monstrous claws with, while keeping an eye slanted towards the mystical creation occurring so nearby.
A gorget of thin leather overlaid with gleaming plates of steel to protect his neck and throat, and offer a little coverage of his chest and spine as well was chosen, and by then Deimos looked to be adding finishing touches to the shield. "An artist as well as a warrior?" he asked with a smile as he rejoined the General, hooking the crossbow to his belt and trying on the bracers as he spoke to check for fit and comfort. "If only things would be peaceful enough to let you focus on that aspect of your craft for awhile."
"Thank you," he returned before focusing his attention more firmly on the treasures in metal and leather laid out on the table. Heavier armor would only slow him down when his greatest defense was his speed, but there were pieces that had been crafted to be both light and strong, and he choose a pair of bracers. A glance back showed the Sword hard at work with his magic, coaxing nothingness into form and function, beauty and lethality, elegance and sturdy simplicity to withstand the rigors of the combat to come. A crossbow in copper hues that struck highlights from the bard's golden-brown skin. He accepted it for the purpose of admiring it, much as he had appreciated the basket that Deimos had once made for him. "It's beautiful," he murmured, peering at the workmanship of the mechanisms and the strength of the string.
He had come bearing apologies, and he would be leaving bearing gifts. It seemed to be a very solid sort of positive reinforcement for his decision, though he didn't realize it in the moment. Instead he continued to sift through the allotments of armor, seeking some other part or piece that he could use to defend himself from monstrous claws with, while keeping an eye slanted towards the mystical creation occurring so nearby.
A gorget of thin leather overlaid with gleaming plates of steel to protect his neck and throat, and offer a little coverage of his chest and spine as well was chosen, and by then Deimos looked to be adding finishing touches to the shield. "An artist as well as a warrior?" he asked with a smile as he rejoined the General, hooking the crossbow to his belt and trying on the bracers as he spoke to check for fit and comfort. "If only things would be peaceful enough to let you focus on that aspect of your craft for awhile."
