Jigano had been a busy wreck of a human being, like so many others, after the disastrous festival. He had used all the magic he had to heal Amalia and others, and he had been on his way back to help start clearing debris and bodies from the festival grounds. His steps took him past Remi's shop, however, and he paused when he saw the door swinging partially open. Frowning, he stepped within. Some things that should have been there were gone. Others, different ones, were stashed in corners or on tables, like odd tributes to the missing alchemist.
Spying the shell, Jigano sighed, remembering how they had been used during LongNight. He'd have to find whoever had the other one... perhaps he could trade for it. It would be useful to have for those going through the portals, or perhaps a different use could be found for them. Either way, he picked it up and headed out, careful to tidy up a little from where someone had been rummagingAmun and closing the door firmly behind him when he left.
Jigano takes the following:
Communication Shell(s) | A pair of sea-shells that will carry voices from one to the other, regardless of distance.
*** (one half)
Spying the shell, Jigano sighed, remembering how they had been used during LongNight. He'd have to find whoever had the other one... perhaps he could trade for it. It would be useful to have for those going through the portals, or perhaps a different use could be found for them. Either way, he picked it up and headed out, careful to tidy up a little from where someone had been rummaging
Jigano takes the following:
Communication Shell(s) | A pair of sea-shells that will carry voices from one to the other, regardless of distance.
*** (one half)
