"I'll take your word for it," the bard agreed easily, having little to do with the god by choice as well as likely from divine indifference. Frey seemed almost more alien than the other two heralds, and he was hesitant to poke that particular wasp's nest without a good reason. Poking any of the gods without a good reason seemed like a recipe for trouble though, as he had learned much to his own regret with Safrin.
The orb had lost some luster since last he'd looked at it, and Jigano grimaced faintly as his point was made visually clear. "Halfway gone, and no idea what has been done or how," he murmured with a sigh. His blue eyes turned back to Remi with an arched brow at the unexpected turn towards self-deprecation. "If you have, it's by some god we haven't met yet," he pointed out wryly. "The ones I know aren't exactly... ah, subtle with their displeasure." They seemed to enjoy the theatrics of a good smiting far too much to let one go unnoticed for so long.
The other man's hypothesis was far too plausible for comfort, and Jigano sighed as he tucked the sphere away again. "Do you think that's what it will come to?" he asked quietly. "I don't know..."
The orb had lost some luster since last he'd looked at it, and Jigano grimaced faintly as his point was made visually clear. "Halfway gone, and no idea what has been done or how," he murmured with a sigh. His blue eyes turned back to Remi with an arched brow at the unexpected turn towards self-deprecation. "If you have, it's by some god we haven't met yet," he pointed out wryly. "The ones I know aren't exactly... ah, subtle with their displeasure." They seemed to enjoy the theatrics of a good smiting far too much to let one go unnoticed for so long.
The other man's hypothesis was far too plausible for comfort, and Jigano sighed as he tucked the sphere away again. "Do you think that's what it will come to?" he asked quietly. "I don't know..."
