At first Jigano nodded with a wry hint of a smile at the mention of the powerful leaving the hard work to those they saw as beneath them. It had been much the same on his world, too. The mention of slaves, however, had his expression going to the carefully neutral mask that he wore when his hackles had been raised. "Slaves?" he asked softly, to clarify. "You owned and used slaves, on your world? I hope you don't try to continue that practice here." It was almost conversational, the way he said it, voice as calm as if he were making an observation on the weather, but he felt the talon pressing beneath his nails as he focused on settling his shrub into place and giving it the best start on its new life that he could.
He could see what Abasi intended from the holes he had dug already, and Jigano moved past him to the next little bush that would soon grow to provide a little shelter from the street. Again his hands tingled with energy as he dug into the earth, turning it again and again as he energized the soil and prepared it to nurture the life he was about to plant in it.
In spite of his sudden wariness towards the shorter man, he still tilted his head curiously at the mention of a mortuary. As a house of death it would have ties to Ludo and Mort, which interested him, but at the same time it seemed a bit... arrogant. "In my experience here, we tend to burn or bury our fallen ourselves. Giving them to a stranger's hands seems... disrespectful to them. I don't think you'll have much competition, at least, but how familiar are you with the burial rites, gods, and funeral customs of this world?" One thing the previous year had drilled into him was respect for the naturals and their way of doing things on their world, and how touchy they could be about outlanders coming in and telling them they were doing it 'wrong' or that the newcomers knew better. With the intersection of religion and death rites added in, he hoped Abasi wasn't going to be stirring that blaze back to life now that it was finally banked and quieting down again.
He could see what Abasi intended from the holes he had dug already, and Jigano moved past him to the next little bush that would soon grow to provide a little shelter from the street. Again his hands tingled with energy as he dug into the earth, turning it again and again as he energized the soil and prepared it to nurture the life he was about to plant in it.
In spite of his sudden wariness towards the shorter man, he still tilted his head curiously at the mention of a mortuary. As a house of death it would have ties to Ludo and Mort, which interested him, but at the same time it seemed a bit... arrogant. "In my experience here, we tend to burn or bury our fallen ourselves. Giving them to a stranger's hands seems... disrespectful to them. I don't think you'll have much competition, at least, but how familiar are you with the burial rites, gods, and funeral customs of this world?" One thing the previous year had drilled into him was respect for the naturals and their way of doing things on their world, and how touchy they could be about outlanders coming in and telling them they were doing it 'wrong' or that the newcomers knew better. With the intersection of religion and death rites added in, he hoped Abasi wasn't going to be stirring that blaze back to life now that it was finally banked and quieting down again.
