”Scholar by choice, but storyteller to earn the coin to support my calling,” he explained cheerfully. ”Sadly, the knowing of things is not, generally, enough to keep food on the table unless one makes it interesting enough to draw a crowd.” His rueful shrug was accompanied by a grin as he searched the new patch of ground, though with less success. ”But since currency here is… not what I’m used to, I am at least freer to choose how I spend my time. I would be delighted to visit the infirmary, if you mean that. I try to make it a point to earn and keep the goodwill of any healers whose help I may need one day!” He tipped the woman a wink before shifting his search a little further away, finding the seedpods elusive once more even though he knew better what to look for now.
He smiled again at her laugh, recognizing the self-chastisement all too well, and simply offering a nod of acceptance at her gratitude. ”You’re welcome,” he murmured, and meant it.
The volcanettes were a delightful mystery, but talk of the spire demon seemed far more pertinent an enigma, and Jigano listened closely to Isla’s somber explanation. ”A powerful monster guarding an imposing tower against all comers? We’re only one captured princess short of a fairy tale.” His lips quirked a little at the thought, but the humor didn't quite reach his eyes.
”But the spire… is in the center of this barrier that protects this place – or holds it captive, yes? And now you say it’s protected by a powerful creature.” He paused in his search to look at Isla once more, raising one eyebrow in challenge. ”Do you know, by chance, if the locals have said anything about how long the demon has been there?”
He smiled again at her laugh, recognizing the self-chastisement all too well, and simply offering a nod of acceptance at her gratitude. ”You’re welcome,” he murmured, and meant it.
The volcanettes were a delightful mystery, but talk of the spire demon seemed far more pertinent an enigma, and Jigano listened closely to Isla’s somber explanation. ”A powerful monster guarding an imposing tower against all comers? We’re only one captured princess short of a fairy tale.” His lips quirked a little at the thought, but the humor didn't quite reach his eyes.
”But the spire… is in the center of this barrier that protects this place – or holds it captive, yes? And now you say it’s protected by a powerful creature.” He paused in his search to look at Isla once more, raising one eyebrow in challenge. ”Do you know, by chance, if the locals have said anything about how long the demon has been there?”
