Somehow he wasn't surprised that this well-traveled and blunt-speaking man understood the dangers of regret and guilt and how they could weigh a soul down, but Rance had reminded him of something he had known deep down, too: that the souls that had passed on in Ludo's care to Mort's halls were beyond pain and anger now. Sometimes his guilt clouded his mind and made it hard to remember that, and the small smile he flashed the raven was genuinely grateful.
"I was afraid I've been pushing a bit too hard," he admitted as talk turned to wandering scholars and Loreseekers alike, but his grin was wry and only a little apologetic. "But we could use a man with your inclinations and talents." Both someone too curious for his own good, and someone who knew his way around a hammer and nails. It was an excellent combination to have for Loreseekers, Jigano had discovered to his chagrin when he'd learned more of carpentry since coming to Caido than he'd known in his entire life before.
The question that came had the bard tilting his head in momentary surprise, then chuckling as Isuma abandoned his shoulder to perch on the chandelier with its reflecting crystals were candles might once have been. "Ah, sorry. You saw so many of my other shifts when were hunting I didn't realize that the one you didn't see was the one closest to your own. My second shift on this world was that of a raven, like yourself but..." he gestured at his white hair. "The one thing that seems to hold true across all my forms," he admitted cheerfully.
"I was afraid I've been pushing a bit too hard," he admitted as talk turned to wandering scholars and Loreseekers alike, but his grin was wry and only a little apologetic. "But we could use a man with your inclinations and talents." Both someone too curious for his own good, and someone who knew his way around a hammer and nails. It was an excellent combination to have for Loreseekers, Jigano had discovered to his chagrin when he'd learned more of carpentry since coming to Caido than he'd known in his entire life before.
The question that came had the bard tilting his head in momentary surprise, then chuckling as Isuma abandoned his shoulder to perch on the chandelier with its reflecting crystals were candles might once have been. "Ah, sorry. You saw so many of my other shifts when were hunting I didn't realize that the one you didn't see was the one closest to your own. My second shift on this world was that of a raven, like yourself but..." he gestured at his white hair. "The one thing that seems to hold true across all my forms," he admitted cheerfully.
