It had taken Jigano some coaxing and a few rounds of drinks to find out about the audiences, and then another few days to prepare, growing an offering crop of potatoes for the guards at the portal, and another bag of fresh fruits - oranges, pears, and thick, robust berries carefully packed into containers to protect them - for an offering to appease this new Launceleyn who was in charge of the cold and lethal land of Halo.
He waited until the last of the locals had left before he knocked on the door and stepped inside, still clad in his warmest clothes, white furred cloak pulled close around his shoulders. He offered the man in the fancy chair a courteous bow, blue eyes sharply peeled for signs of Zariah as he rose again and gently unslung the carefully wrapped and padded pack from beneath his cloak. "Warden Neron? I bring greetings and gifts from the Loreseekers Guild of the Hollow Grounds," he said formally. "Would you have a moment to speak, and perhaps answer a few questions?"
He waited until the last of the locals had left before he knocked on the door and stepped inside, still clad in his warmest clothes, white furred cloak pulled close around his shoulders. He offered the man in the fancy chair a courteous bow, blue eyes sharply peeled for signs of Zariah as he rose again and gently unslung the carefully wrapped and padded pack from beneath his cloak. "Warden Neron? I bring greetings and gifts from the Loreseekers Guild of the Hollow Grounds," he said formally. "Would you have a moment to speak, and perhaps answer a few questions?"
