This time Jigano had brought a sack-full of butchered magna vermis meat, wrapped in waxed paper and left with the guards while he continued on to the Citadel, venturing into Snowcloak with bright eyes peeking over his thick scarf and beneath the tight-cinched hood of his cloak. He had come prepared with some books from the Atheneum that he had recently made copies of: guides to Hollowed Ground flora and fauna, respectively, and another book about the Ascended that he had copied together with information from previous books (information about the Spire Demon and the experimentation done on it and the Prince, the removability of upgrades, and how many of those upgrades had to do with deception and stealth, as well as what they had learned of LongNight monsters as they related to the Voice and Ascended, finished with an addendum about the Voice's part in the Blight of the Greatwood).
He had searched out a bookstore as he walked the streets, wrapped tight in his layers against the cold, and when he had finally found one tucked away back in a little side street it had taken a bit of cajoling to get the proprietor to reluctantly agree to a trade with him, but once she had Jigano had prowled her shelves eagerly looking for an interesting-looking book - preferably one about Halo's dangers and treasures. He slipped on his spectacles, hoping they might help him see something he might have otherwise overlooked.
He had searched out a bookstore as he walked the streets, wrapped tight in his layers against the cold, and when he had finally found one tucked away back in a little side street it had taken a bit of cajoling to get the proprietor to reluctantly agree to a trade with him, but once she had Jigano had prowled her shelves eagerly looking for an interesting-looking book - preferably one about Halo's dangers and treasures. He slipped on his spectacles, hoping they might help him see something he might have otherwise overlooked.
