"Or something," Jigano agreed, dryly amused at the image Adam's words called up. As if the Voice were something merely clockwork and not the electric iron goddess that could freeze a dragon with a flick of her finger. "And none taken, though the invitation remains if you ever change your mind," the bard chuckled at Adam's blunt refusal of the implied - now upfront - offer.
"Heaven forfend he not be on top," Jigano echoed, voice as dry as the desert wind as he rolled his eyes at the strange nonsense the unfortunate young officer had believed. "Call up the guards and arrest that man for high treason!" A toast to the long-lost Navy-boy, and a nod of agreement to Adam's lack of interest in that sort of life. "It's a much easier facade to keep up if you're moving through and don't plan to be back. Stick around long enough for anyone to get to know you, and it all falls to pieces sooner or later." The admissions was wry but not bitter as he considered his own short-lived kingship and subsequent fall.
Jigano arched a brow at the unlikely tale of time-skipping, but he couldn't exactly disprove it so instead he caught onto something else Adam had said. "He's your pet?" he asked, brow rising even higher. "I thought you had more respect for him than that. Otherwise what was the point of all the rose petals and poetry?"
Talk of lost mothers earned a slight shrug and a wistful smile. "She was... kind. Gentle. She was an Oracle of Life, unlike me. She had healing hands and was something of a wisewoman. She taught me much of what I know about medicine and plants. And she was killed when an enemy my friends and I had made found our home and arranged a ... demonstration of how serious they were," he finished, and this time his tone did turn briefly bitter, the self-recrimination for that still running deep. Given that Adam had also lost his mother, Jigano didn't dare turn the question around on the other man, turning to his cider instead with a sigh.
"Heaven forfend he not be on top," Jigano echoed, voice as dry as the desert wind as he rolled his eyes at the strange nonsense the unfortunate young officer had believed. "Call up the guards and arrest that man for high treason!" A toast to the long-lost Navy-boy, and a nod of agreement to Adam's lack of interest in that sort of life. "It's a much easier facade to keep up if you're moving through and don't plan to be back. Stick around long enough for anyone to get to know you, and it all falls to pieces sooner or later." The admissions was wry but not bitter as he considered his own short-lived kingship and subsequent fall.
Jigano arched a brow at the unlikely tale of time-skipping, but he couldn't exactly disprove it so instead he caught onto something else Adam had said. "He's your pet?" he asked, brow rising even higher. "I thought you had more respect for him than that. Otherwise what was the point of all the rose petals and poetry?"
Talk of lost mothers earned a slight shrug and a wistful smile. "She was... kind. Gentle. She was an Oracle of Life, unlike me. She had healing hands and was something of a wisewoman. She taught me much of what I know about medicine and plants. And she was killed when an enemy my friends and I had made found our home and arranged a ... demonstration of how serious they were," he finished, and this time his tone did turn briefly bitter, the self-recrimination for that still running deep. Given that Adam had also lost his mother, Jigano didn't dare turn the question around on the other man, turning to his cider instead with a sigh.
