Jigano grinned at Isla's wise verbal riposte, sketching a brief half-bow in acknowledgement and welcoming her to his little patch of the glade so they could search together. "Touche," he murmured. "And trade or barter isn't unheard of for me, either. I trade tales and songs for food and drink in the smaller villages where money is rare and hard to come by." His lips lifted again in that wry twist that came as easily as true humor to him. "I'll adapt, I'm sure. At least until we solve the puzzle of the barrier, or die of old age trying!" A bit grim, but entirely plausible given that several generations, at least, had come and gone within the strange bubble. And what if the only people in the world were within the barrier? Perhaps it hadn't been erected to keep the humans in, but to keep something terrible out?
Not, at least currently, his problem. He had quite enough on his plate just learning about the area within the barrier, even if it was plucking the strings of his curiosity. And now he had someplace new to explore, as well. "I'll be sure to drop by soon, then," he agreed with a smile. "I'd enjoy hearing your stories as well. Where you came from and what it was like... your legends and lore from there, if you're willing."
But first and more pressing was the lore of their new 'home,' and its dangers. One in particular that he was glad to be hearing about now, and not seeing firsthand because he'd wandered in unknowing to examine the ominous edifice. "Curious... a thread to tug on later, perhaps," he murmured, standing to stretch his back before his change in position revealed a possible seedpod. Three long strides and he was bending over -- and then rising with a sigh, empty-handed. "But you are now the second person to mention a "Remi" since I arrived. If this is the same alchemist who brews the Rathskeller's moonshine, perhaps I can convince you to arrange an introduction?" He flashed her a winsome grin, trying not to look too eager to find another taker of notes and keeper of lore in this new land.
Not, at least currently, his problem. He had quite enough on his plate just learning about the area within the barrier, even if it was plucking the strings of his curiosity. And now he had someplace new to explore, as well. "I'll be sure to drop by soon, then," he agreed with a smile. "I'd enjoy hearing your stories as well. Where you came from and what it was like... your legends and lore from there, if you're willing."
But first and more pressing was the lore of their new 'home,' and its dangers. One in particular that he was glad to be hearing about now, and not seeing firsthand because he'd wandered in unknowing to examine the ominous edifice. "Curious... a thread to tug on later, perhaps," he murmured, standing to stretch his back before his change in position revealed a possible seedpod. Three long strides and he was bending over -- and then rising with a sigh, empty-handed. "But you are now the second person to mention a "Remi" since I arrived. If this is the same alchemist who brews the Rathskeller's moonshine, perhaps I can convince you to arrange an introduction?" He flashed her a winsome grin, trying not to look too eager to find another taker of notes and keeper of lore in this new land.
