The visit to Frey sounded straightforward enough, though given the usual stories Jigano heard of the god of fertility, he suspected that Sunjata might be leaving some bits out. Given the rather personal nature of such visits he chose discretion over curiosity for a change, simply nodding as he took mental notes on the exchange. The visit to Safrin, though, had his fingers tightening slightly on his glass before he forced them to relax. He kept his expression politely interested, but there was a shadow in his blue eyes as he considered how differently the goddess treated so many others. How others could be forgiven so many faults but he could not. He felt the magic in his soul itch at the thought, a reminder of her punishment, the curse she had laid into his soul as she had blessed Sunjata's, and he poured himself another shot, taking it faster than the previous one before he nodded to the other man. "Thank you for sharing them both," he said quietly. "I appreciate it. What kind of bird did you become?"
He was already feeling subdued after the talk of Safrin, so it was no great jump to bring up LongNight and the tragedies that had happened. He raised a brow at hearing that Sunjata had been one of the arsonists, lips quirking a little at the mention of pissing off Wessex. "Cheers to that," he murmured, pouring the other man a shot if Sunjata would let him. "You and me both, friend." Perhaps not friends in the classic sense, but when it came to yanking the chains of the monarchy? He'd take all the allies he could get.
Their Guilds were a more delicate subject, but it didn't sound like the Advocates would be doing much in the near future, given Lucas's loss and now Lusea's. He nodded acknowledgment of the news that they were under Sunjata's care, giving the tall man a considering look. "Of course. Take what time you need. Especially since you have other priorities at the moment," he acknowledged with an empathetic tilt of his head. "There's no rush on my end." Indeed, the longer he could put off making a few such decisions himself, the better, at least for the moment.
He was already feeling subdued after the talk of Safrin, so it was no great jump to bring up LongNight and the tragedies that had happened. He raised a brow at hearing that Sunjata had been one of the arsonists, lips quirking a little at the mention of pissing off Wessex. "Cheers to that," he murmured, pouring the other man a shot if Sunjata would let him. "You and me both, friend." Perhaps not friends in the classic sense, but when it came to yanking the chains of the monarchy? He'd take all the allies he could get.
Their Guilds were a more delicate subject, but it didn't sound like the Advocates would be doing much in the near future, given Lucas's loss and now Lusea's. He nodded acknowledgment of the news that they were under Sunjata's care, giving the tall man a considering look. "Of course. Take what time you need. Especially since you have other priorities at the moment," he acknowledged with an empathetic tilt of his head. "There's no rush on my end." Indeed, the longer he could put off making a few such decisions himself, the better, at least for the moment.
