The last time Jigano had come to the Sanctuary it had been in disguise as a raven, feathers coated in ash and dye to hide him from Zariah's spies. This time he walked up to the front door openly in his human guise, white hair braided back to keep it out of any paints that would assuredly be around, and a crooked smile on his lips as he knocked at the wood to announce himself before poking his head in.
He had not forgotten that Bastien had, in his way, tried to deflect the ire of those who disagreed with both his choice to accept the crown from Edy and then to abdicate it. He might not be close with the artist, and he might not have the greatest respect for who Bastien had been... but if Rex had married him, he wasn't entirely without hope, even if he had led her to the Voice in the end.
But Jigano's frustrations with the Voice only extended to her followers when they harmed others, and as far as he knew Bastien's hands were largely clean of blood. He might be able to provide a unique perspective as an Ascended who wasn't as deep in the cult as the rest... and at the very least, his guild of artist's and performers was of interest to the bard. He had his own guild to think of for the festival, but perhaps a little tit for tat could be arranged? He could certainly use the Artist's Guild help in sprucing up the Loreseekers' stall when they were done here!
"Hello?" he called, poking his head in with Isuma perched on his shoulder, looking around with wide, curious eyes at all the shiny and colorful things lying around. "I heard you might need a hand getting ready for the festival?"
He had not forgotten that Bastien had, in his way, tried to deflect the ire of those who disagreed with both his choice to accept the crown from Edy and then to abdicate it. He might not be close with the artist, and he might not have the greatest respect for who Bastien had been... but if Rex had married him, he wasn't entirely without hope, even if he had led her to the Voice in the end.
But Jigano's frustrations with the Voice only extended to her followers when they harmed others, and as far as he knew Bastien's hands were largely clean of blood. He might be able to provide a unique perspective as an Ascended who wasn't as deep in the cult as the rest... and at the very least, his guild of artist's and performers was of interest to the bard. He had his own guild to think of for the festival, but perhaps a little tit for tat could be arranged? He could certainly use the Artist's Guild help in sprucing up the Loreseekers' stall when they were done here!
"Hello?" he called, poking his head in with Isuma perched on his shoulder, looking around with wide, curious eyes at all the shiny and colorful things lying around. "I heard you might need a hand getting ready for the festival?"
