The bard bowed politely and took the offered seat, slipping a couple of loaves from the pack he'd carried to set them on the table between them as he did. The loaves were round with a yellowish tint, and had simple suns laid out on top of them. Amalia had taught him how to bake the loaves the previous year for Fiat Lux, and though his skills were not as great as hers he was learning a fondness for the art that his magic seemed to enhance. If Neron should try them he would find one to be sweet with the taste of honey and lemon zest, while the other was more savory with rosemary and apple.
"Good morning, Warden. It's good to be back." Jigano smiled wryly as he accepted a cup of mulled cider and used it to warm his hands against the chill of the trip. Even in Longheat Halo was a frigid place; he was already dreading what it would be like in Deepfrost. "I wish I could report even better news from the trip, but we didn't find any mageglass within the mine." He paused, arching a brow at his host. "We did find evidence of some rather unsavory practices down in the tunnels, though. It seems the mine is not so abandoned as rumors might lead you to think." Given that it was already a place where the Citadel's exiles were apparently sent, he doubted the Warden cared much, but it seemed polite to share what he'd found in what was technically Neron's territory. Perhaps some detail that didn't make sense to him would matter to the Warden?
"Good morning, Warden. It's good to be back." Jigano smiled wryly as he accepted a cup of mulled cider and used it to warm his hands against the chill of the trip. Even in Longheat Halo was a frigid place; he was already dreading what it would be like in Deepfrost. "I wish I could report even better news from the trip, but we didn't find any mageglass within the mine." He paused, arching a brow at his host. "We did find evidence of some rather unsavory practices down in the tunnels, though. It seems the mine is not so abandoned as rumors might lead you to think." Given that it was already a place where the Citadel's exiles were apparently sent, he doubted the Warden cared much, but it seemed polite to share what he'd found in what was technically Neron's territory. Perhaps some detail that didn't make sense to him would matter to the Warden?
