Jigano was not the stealthiest figure at night, not with how the moon tended to reflect off his pale hair. He was, however, fairly silent in his steps as he made his way through the ruins and to the edge of the bridge, stopping to bow his head and offer a prayer at the stone lantern he had built at one side of it. He lit a candle within it, long face solemn and edged with new lines as he watched its flickering light for a long few moments before he continued on. Isuma chirruped from his shoulder, rubbing her head against his cheek supportively as he joined Sam and Remi at the edge of the bridge.
"Hey," he said quietly by way of greeting as he neared the bookmaker and alchemist, trying not to startle them, though he sent a faint pulse of welcome to Remi to let him know that the bard was approaching. "Are we ready?" He seemed more subdued, quicker to look to the ground, and his hand tightened around his own bag. A sturdy rope was wrapped slung over his shoulders, and he carried a small pack with knives, flint and tinder, carrots, and a water skin, along with the usual odds and ends in his pockets.
"Hey," he said quietly by way of greeting as he neared the bookmaker and alchemist, trying not to startle them, though he sent a faint pulse of welcome to Remi to let him know that the bard was approaching. "Are we ready?" He seemed more subdued, quicker to look to the ground, and his hand tightened around his own bag. A sturdy rope was wrapped slung over his shoulders, and he carried a small pack with knives, flint and tinder, carrots, and a water skin, along with the usual odds and ends in his pockets.
