It had been a long morning tidying up the Guildhall and reshelving a number of books on the shelves there. He'd told Quanil that everyone took their turn at sweeping, and that included himself. Fancy titles didn't mean much in Caido, but effort certainly did, and it was something he was willing to put in for the guild that had been growing lately.
The last errand on the agenda had been going into town to trade for fresh supplies for the Hall, so that they could entertain guests with a bit of hospitality. Jigano was almost humming as he reached the Atheneum door to let himself back in, bags juggled precariously for a moment before Isuma swooped through to steady one so that he could continue on. The door swung shut behind, closing out some of the summer heat as the cool shadows of the great library welcomed him back, and he drew in a breath of old paper, musty leather, dry stone, and ancient dust. He held back the subsequent sneeze with the aid of long practice, and began his trip towards the Guildhall.
He almost didn't see the familiar blond head over the bags he carried. He paused for a moment as Isuma called his attention to the 'stranger' but as soon as he saw Aonghas's face a smile broke across his own. "Careful," he cautioned quietly, a note of friendly teasing in his voice. "Some of these tomes take 'getting lost in a good book' a little too literally! It's good to see you alive and well again, though. How have you been?" He didn't remember seeing his muddy friend at Fiat Lux, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. For him to be standing here whole and healthy was a relief, considering how many others couldn't say the same.
The last errand on the agenda had been going into town to trade for fresh supplies for the Hall, so that they could entertain guests with a bit of hospitality. Jigano was almost humming as he reached the Atheneum door to let himself back in, bags juggled precariously for a moment before Isuma swooped through to steady one so that he could continue on. The door swung shut behind, closing out some of the summer heat as the cool shadows of the great library welcomed him back, and he drew in a breath of old paper, musty leather, dry stone, and ancient dust. He held back the subsequent sneeze with the aid of long practice, and began his trip towards the Guildhall.
He almost didn't see the familiar blond head over the bags he carried. He paused for a moment as Isuma called his attention to the 'stranger' but as soon as he saw Aonghas's face a smile broke across his own. "Careful," he cautioned quietly, a note of friendly teasing in his voice. "Some of these tomes take 'getting lost in a good book' a little too literally! It's good to see you alive and well again, though. How have you been?" He didn't remember seeing his muddy friend at Fiat Lux, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. For him to be standing here whole and healthy was a relief, considering how many others couldn't say the same.
