Wings and compasses, rebellions and love. Jigano nodded, expression softening as he realized the compasses were a reminder of a once-lost love... now lost again. "What's the significance of the flaming arrow?" He asked, curious as to what it had to do with the blight. Burning it away, perhaps? There were so many ways it could be interpreted, but he was curious about which had motivated Sunjata to get it tattooed onto his skin. "And Lusea's wave tattoo... did she get that here as well, then?" He wondered what Rory would think if he should get something on his golden skin, but the idea of permanently marking himself in such a way, even for art, held little appeal. His appearance was striking enough as it was, though he was still able to disguise himsef - largely because his white hair was so distinctive. Hide it with dye or a hat and smudge his golden skin to a darker brown and he could pass as 'Smith' with few the wiser. A tattoo would be a permanent marker that would take far more work to hide or change enough to pass without notice.
"Damn. Consider me jealous," the bard joked as the conversation turned back to Queens and their egos, though his humor had a sharp-toothed edge to it. "Not writing my name turned into the biggest pain in the ass... she went after Amalia, did you know? Threatened her if I didn't turn myself in," he said mildly, but there was a dangerous growl behind the otherwise-mild words. "Be glad she didn't know about you and Lusea at the time. She'd leverage her against you just as fast if she could get her claws on her." Given the shadiness of the Advocates that Adam had hinted at, Jigano didn't like to think of them as a tool in the Tyrant's hand.
"Ahhh, ignoring the local royalty is becoming a time-honored Hollowed Grounds tradition," he agreed, his grin relaxing a bit as he offered Sunjata another toast, but didn't toss his booze back quite so fast this time. Gods least fortunate, it had been ages since he'd had a proper drink or four, hadn't it? He deserved to unwind a bit for once. "Becoming a king or queen doesn't seem to mean much here. Not like you can enforce anything." No wonder Ronin had walked away from the job, after judging Jigano for doing the same.
He returned Sunjata's toast, finishing his glass off with a nod. "If I come across anyone who seems interested in walking a more subtle path, I'll send them your way," he agreed, though such individuals rarely advertised themselves - not if they were any good at what they did, at least. Still, it was an easy promise to make with the whiskey sitting warm in his belly.
"Damn. Consider me jealous," the bard joked as the conversation turned back to Queens and their egos, though his humor had a sharp-toothed edge to it. "Not writing my name turned into the biggest pain in the ass... she went after Amalia, did you know? Threatened her if I didn't turn myself in," he said mildly, but there was a dangerous growl behind the otherwise-mild words. "Be glad she didn't know about you and Lusea at the time. She'd leverage her against you just as fast if she could get her claws on her." Given the shadiness of the Advocates that Adam had hinted at, Jigano didn't like to think of them as a tool in the Tyrant's hand.
"Ahhh, ignoring the local royalty is becoming a time-honored Hollowed Grounds tradition," he agreed, his grin relaxing a bit as he offered Sunjata another toast, but didn't toss his booze back quite so fast this time. Gods least fortunate, it had been ages since he'd had a proper drink or four, hadn't it? He deserved to unwind a bit for once. "Becoming a king or queen doesn't seem to mean much here. Not like you can enforce anything." No wonder Ronin had walked away from the job, after judging Jigano for doing the same.
He returned Sunjata's toast, finishing his glass off with a nod. "If I come across anyone who seems interested in walking a more subtle path, I'll send them your way," he agreed, though such individuals rarely advertised themselves - not if they were any good at what they did, at least. Still, it was an easy promise to make with the whiskey sitting warm in his belly.
