Whatever else he was, Jigano knew from the genie’s voice that the creature wasn’t his friend, no matter how jovial his words. A blink of smoke and the village of Whitebrim disappeared, replaced with the wild white yonder, a field of featureless snow and ice that had the ghost of talons pressing beneath the bard’s nails as he tensed and looked about, trying to orient himself. Blue light washed over him along with the powerful being’s approval a moment later, and he grimaced, recognizing the trials as the cold version of the river spirit’s regard from last year. Hopefully they’d be returned from whence they’d come at the end of this… if not, they’d have to work together to pull their collective fat out of the cold fire.
”I desire…” he paused, words catching in his throat as he considered what others had asked for. Portals and oceans; the one very clearly the Voice’s work. The other… he was surprised that one who seemed so beloved of Safrin would work against the Old Gods’ desires, but Sunjata had never seemed the pious sort, even if he had chosen to become Attuned. Somehow he doubted the genie had power over the portals anyways, or they would have been opened long since. So if there was no point in wishing for or against those…
”A safe source of heat, of fire, to keep the cold at bay,” he declared, turning his attention to the short term and what they would all need to survive this in case they were left abandoned in the frozen wilderness at the end of the genie’s game.
”I desire…” he paused, words catching in his throat as he considered what others had asked for. Portals and oceans; the one very clearly the Voice’s work. The other… he was surprised that one who seemed so beloved of Safrin would work against the Old Gods’ desires, but Sunjata had never seemed the pious sort, even if he had chosen to become Attuned. Somehow he doubted the genie had power over the portals anyways, or they would have been opened long since. So if there was no point in wishing for or against those…
”A safe source of heat, of fire, to keep the cold at bay,” he declared, turning his attention to the short term and what they would all need to survive this in case they were left abandoned in the frozen wilderness at the end of the genie’s game.
