Ah, there was the question. Not 'where' specifically, but in any conversation about the Hollowed Grounds it seemed eventually a question would pop up that led to a tale of tragedy and loss. "There was a farmer in the outskirts that occasionally did some trading with my mate. His son disappeared one day and never came home. We don't know if he was eaten by a Landshark or a Wicker Woman or something else... but the farmer was selling off some of his son's things since he didn't have a use for them anymore. I traded two braces of rabbits for it." In the guise of a black-haired older man, hiding as he was from Zariah at the time.
Jigano looked back to see Oliver standing tall and some of his cool restlessness slipped, a faint trickle of amusement breaking through the weary exhaustion of the days that had followed the tragedy of the festival. He continued to lead the way, pausing a little more often as they began to leave the more picked-over areas and headed into ones less well-known to him. Some of the buildings were larger here, with a few corners still reaching up above their heads and blocking sight lines beyond. A few crows flapped up from something they'd been worrying nearby, and Jigano grimly angled them a little ways away from that area.
Mention of family earned a proper smile, albeit a sad one, and the bard hummed in interest and approval at the mention of new songs. "Can you sing them?" he asked, genuinely curious and eager to hear new music from a distant world.
Jigano looked back to see Oliver standing tall and some of his cool restlessness slipped, a faint trickle of amusement breaking through the weary exhaustion of the days that had followed the tragedy of the festival. He continued to lead the way, pausing a little more often as they began to leave the more picked-over areas and headed into ones less well-known to him. Some of the buildings were larger here, with a few corners still reaching up above their heads and blocking sight lines beyond. A few crows flapped up from something they'd been worrying nearby, and Jigano grimly angled them a little ways away from that area.
Mention of family earned a proper smile, albeit a sad one, and the bard hummed in interest and approval at the mention of new songs. "Can you sing them?" he asked, genuinely curious and eager to hear new music from a distant world.
