The bard smiled ruefully at Sam's tidbit of gossip, wondering if it was really true. "Some people just learn to hide their insecurities better," he mused, arching a brow at his friend. "I've been told that I come across as too confident, after all, but..." he shrugged. "I learned to hide my uncertainties a long time ago, to survive. I just save my breakdowns for times when I won't have an audience to see the man behind the Provost." His smile was crooked as he remembered how well things went when he allowed someone else to see him in his weakness. Of the handful of times it had happened on Caido, Adam was the only one who it hadn't gone terribly with, oddly enough.
"That is true enough," Jigano agreed with a wince. "It's kept us all busy." It had been a difficult few weeks in the aftermath of that, and he didn't begrudge anyone taking the time they needed to recover some semblance of normalcy in the wake of all that death. Still... "I would have expected us to do something, though... something that this government of ours could have helped with," he said softly. "If only for cleaning up the aftermath." They would need to start working on contingency plans for future disasters, perhaps.
He watched his friend's reaction, and chuckled a little when Sam relaxed. "Careful," he cautioned. "You've already got enough on your plate without picking more fights with followers of the Old Gods. Though I think most people have been just passing them by as unsubtle propaganda, between you and Bastien," he added with a wry smile, having heard about the Artist Guild's leader and his painting stunt, before Ronin had ended that rather decisively, albeit unintentionally.
"That is true enough," Jigano agreed with a wince. "It's kept us all busy." It had been a difficult few weeks in the aftermath of that, and he didn't begrudge anyone taking the time they needed to recover some semblance of normalcy in the wake of all that death. Still... "I would have expected us to do something, though... something that this government of ours could have helped with," he said softly. "If only for cleaning up the aftermath." They would need to start working on contingency plans for future disasters, perhaps.
He watched his friend's reaction, and chuckled a little when Sam relaxed. "Careful," he cautioned. "You've already got enough on your plate without picking more fights with followers of the Old Gods. Though I think most people have been just passing them by as unsubtle propaganda, between you and Bastien," he added with a wry smile, having heard about the Artist Guild's leader and his painting stunt, before Ronin had ended that rather decisively, albeit unintentionally.
