"Alright," Jigano agreed, a flicker of gratitude mixed with relief rising through his grief. It was something to focus on, a point in the future beyond this moment of aching pain and uselessness. Something small and normal in the midst of nightmares and soul-devouring monsters in the darkest week, where death was more common than life and light was in desperately short supply.
Adam had a very different life than Jigano did, as was made clear with his tale of excess and inebriation, and the bard blinked in dull surprise at the casual gesture to the fearsome scars that marked the other man. "How... did it happen?" he found himself asking, a flicker of curiosity finally rising through the suppressing effects of his mourning.
"...Caiside?" He asked, as though Adam could mean anything else. "...A pyre. His sire was a sun god, and fire was a part of him before he came to Caido. Ending it in flames... he would appreciate that, I think."
Adam had a very different life than Jigano did, as was made clear with his tale of excess and inebriation, and the bard blinked in dull surprise at the casual gesture to the fearsome scars that marked the other man. "How... did it happen?" he found himself asking, a flicker of curiosity finally rising through the suppressing effects of his mourning.
"...Caiside?" He asked, as though Adam could mean anything else. "...A pyre. His sire was a sun god, and fire was a part of him before he came to Caido. Ending it in flames... he would appreciate that, I think."
