The bard couldn't help but chuckle at the tale of spending as much time in animal form as human, nodding understanding, though his own experience had been different by far. That his parents worked regular trades was a little surprising, though perhaps it shouldn't have been. At least Jigano managed not to grin too broadly at the mention of his raven-mother being a finder and maker of jewelry, not wanting to come off as racist or stereotyping of Rance's people. "No siblings?" he asked curiously, thinking of what he knew of ravens - even if Rance was no more a true raven than Jigano had been a true fox. Somehow, hearing the other man's coarse language it wasn't hard to imagine him being a bit bratty as a child, growing up rough-and-tumble with his chest puffed out and full of pride.
With the frame of the lantern made he began to paste the thin rice paper over it, applying careful lines of glue to the seam. A goldenrod yellow for the first layer, then he began to cut tongues of flame from red paper to glue over the top, licking up from the lantern's base towards its top. "He was. But the Guild here has more of that type than most," the Provost added, pride coloring the old sorrow for his lost friend. "Seekers of knowledge, askers of questions, and collectors of answers. We learn from books, from stories, from songs, from carvings etched in ruins... wherever we can, really. And then we hold what we learn in trust for the community, to help those who need what we have gathered." He slanted a wry grin at the raven man. "And we're always recruiting. As you said, there aren't enough people with that sort of curiosity in the world..." His smile faded to a more sober expression. "And too much curiosity can be a dangerous thing, even more here than on many other worlds."
With the frame of the lantern made he began to paste the thin rice paper over it, applying careful lines of glue to the seam. A goldenrod yellow for the first layer, then he began to cut tongues of flame from red paper to glue over the top, licking up from the lantern's base towards its top. "He was. But the Guild here has more of that type than most," the Provost added, pride coloring the old sorrow for his lost friend. "Seekers of knowledge, askers of questions, and collectors of answers. We learn from books, from stories, from songs, from carvings etched in ruins... wherever we can, really. And then we hold what we learn in trust for the community, to help those who need what we have gathered." He slanted a wry grin at the raven man. "And we're always recruiting. As you said, there aren't enough people with that sort of curiosity in the world..." His smile faded to a more sober expression. "And too much curiosity can be a dangerous thing, even more here than on many other worlds."
