Jigano had very conflicting feelings about the Spire and its portal at the moment, especially with his new calling from the gods and what had happened to him recently in it. He couldn't avoid the place, but he rarely came closer than the outside of the entry, thinking as he prowled around it in one shape or another and trying to decide what to do about it.
But then he'd seen Oliver's notice on the board, and he couldn't help but smile at the young man's eager enthusiasm to make the world a better place. He had made a good impression on the provost before, so Jigano collected his own bag of seeds that he had begun carrying around with him everywhere and had set out towards the Spire on the appointed day.
He arrived ready for work, dressed not in his usual scholarly clothes but in the rougher work clothes he wore around Rory's farm for planting crops and wrangling goats. A simple grey tunic with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and patched brown trousers gave him a far more down to earth look than usual, and his white hair was braided tightly back and coiled behind his head to keep the dirt from it. He had brought a trowel of his own tucked into his belt, but he suspected he wouldn't need to use it. He waved to the familiar blond man as he got close, giving him a warm smile.
"Good afternoon, Oliver! This was a wonderful idea." He didn't know if it would work... but the demon hadn't let anyone close enough to plant anything for three hundred years, so maybe with it gone they could undo some of the damage of centuries of enforced negligence of the area.
But then he'd seen Oliver's notice on the board, and he couldn't help but smile at the young man's eager enthusiasm to make the world a better place. He had made a good impression on the provost before, so Jigano collected his own bag of seeds that he had begun carrying around with him everywhere and had set out towards the Spire on the appointed day.
He arrived ready for work, dressed not in his usual scholarly clothes but in the rougher work clothes he wore around Rory's farm for planting crops and wrangling goats. A simple grey tunic with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and patched brown trousers gave him a far more down to earth look than usual, and his white hair was braided tightly back and coiled behind his head to keep the dirt from it. He had brought a trowel of his own tucked into his belt, but he suspected he wouldn't need to use it. He waved to the familiar blond man as he got close, giving him a warm smile.
"Good afternoon, Oliver! This was a wonderful idea." He didn't know if it would work... but the demon hadn't let anyone close enough to plant anything for three hundred years, so maybe with it gone they could undo some of the damage of centuries of enforced negligence of the area.
