It was a team effort, and between the two of them the task went much faster than it would have if either had attempted it alone. Jigano did his best to keep his eyes peeled for clues, but without knowing Lusea, and with how much time had already passed since her disappearance, he could find no trace that might lead to her current whereabouts. At least they had success in moving the Memory Mud on to someplace else, where it would be less bothersome to people's lives and livelihoods, though Jigano was sweating heavily and looking a bit pale by the time he returned from his last trip to the ruins.
"I... would appreciate it," the bard admitted, panting though he tried to hide it. It was the most magic he'd used in a continuous stretch yet, and he was afraid he had overtaxed himself with the effort. At least his hands and clothes remained relatively clean, but he tottered into the building after Sunjata looking like a strong wind might blow him over. He waved Sunjata on to get cleaned up while he collapsed into the nearest chair, focusing on catching his breath as he looked around with weary curiosity.
"Are you setting up a new bar?" he asked when the other man returned, intrigued by what he saw. "Did no one want to rebuild the Rathskeller? Or are you striking out on your own?" After the nightmares of LongNight and all the memories in the Rathskeller's charred pit - Edrei's ghost, Chunk's bones, Bastien's days as a bartender there - he couldn't blame people for wanting to start something new someplace with less... emotional baggage.
"I... would appreciate it," the bard admitted, panting though he tried to hide it. It was the most magic he'd used in a continuous stretch yet, and he was afraid he had overtaxed himself with the effort. At least his hands and clothes remained relatively clean, but he tottered into the building after Sunjata looking like a strong wind might blow him over. He waved Sunjata on to get cleaned up while he collapsed into the nearest chair, focusing on catching his breath as he looked around with weary curiosity.
"Are you setting up a new bar?" he asked when the other man returned, intrigued by what he saw. "Did no one want to rebuild the Rathskeller? Or are you striking out on your own?" After the nightmares of LongNight and all the memories in the Rathskeller's charred pit - Edrei's ghost, Chunk's bones, Bastien's days as a bartender there - he couldn't blame people for wanting to start something new someplace with less... emotional baggage.
