"An ex-wife, back on his old world. He had been worried that she wouldn't know what happened to him when he was brought here," the bard explained with a wry smile tinged with sadness. "They were still friends, though. It sounded as though she was the only one who would have really been worried about his disappearance, but now..." Disappearance had become death in truth, and saying that he had died a hero was cold comfort to those who wished he had instead been a coward and lived.
Some of the sadness lightened at Sam's approval of his lantern design, and Jigano's smile turned rueful. "I hope so. If Ludo chooses it, it will be... it will be good to get to say goodbye. To give him a chance to record some flamboyant last words in the Guild Chronicle of those events." He chuckled a bit at the bookmaker's preferences. "Morbid, aren't we? Discussing what we'd like on our lanterns. Though perhaps it's just common sense, given the dangers. I made a lantern for 108 last year... a simple cube, all white rice paper except for a black 'Spire' on one side, and pinpricks mimicking the constellations within the barrier." Ludo hadn't seemed to mind, though it hadn't chosen Jigano's lanterns, either.
Sam was one of the lucky ones, and the white haired man nodded slowly at the mention of Abasi. "I hope we can all be as lucky next year," he murmured, a fervent prayer to the Old Gods before tilting his head at the suggestion. "Did you know Abasi well?"
Some of the sadness lightened at Sam's approval of his lantern design, and Jigano's smile turned rueful. "I hope so. If Ludo chooses it, it will be... it will be good to get to say goodbye. To give him a chance to record some flamboyant last words in the Guild Chronicle of those events." He chuckled a bit at the bookmaker's preferences. "Morbid, aren't we? Discussing what we'd like on our lanterns. Though perhaps it's just common sense, given the dangers. I made a lantern for 108 last year... a simple cube, all white rice paper except for a black 'Spire' on one side, and pinpricks mimicking the constellations within the barrier." Ludo hadn't seemed to mind, though it hadn't chosen Jigano's lanterns, either.
Sam was one of the lucky ones, and the white haired man nodded slowly at the mention of Abasi. "I hope we can all be as lucky next year," he murmured, a fervent prayer to the Old Gods before tilting his head at the suggestion. "Did you know Abasi well?"
