Not quite an answer to the question, at least not at first, but the water jets that followed certainly seemed clear enough. Not content to simply stand still and rely solely on his magic, the bard dodged away from the jet aimed (more or less) towards his face, feet sure and steady even on the loose sand of the cay. It was the one aimed towards his middle that he focused his fire on, spinning creation magic around it to create a funnel of flames around the jet, intending to disperse it to steam. These flames were hotter, more intense than the shield from before, and though the water doused them completely the funnel managed to save the bard from a second shower.
"A small contest?" Jigano grinned, fingers flexing as he called two darts of small fire into being in his palm and flung them like knives towards Saiden - one at the man's knee, the other just to the right of his face. Enough to singe fabric and hair should they connect, but not large nor hot enough to do more than annoy and perhaps leave a small burn, as if from brushing a hot pan.
"I'm from the Hollowed Grounds. Can't imagine why you'd want to travel there when you live someplace this nice, but I can trade you information about it in exchange for names of places and people to know here," he offered.
"A small contest?" Jigano grinned, fingers flexing as he called two darts of small fire into being in his palm and flung them like knives towards Saiden - one at the man's knee, the other just to the right of his face. Enough to singe fabric and hair should they connect, but not large nor hot enough to do more than annoy and perhaps leave a small burn, as if from brushing a hot pan.
"I'm from the Hollowed Grounds. Can't imagine why you'd want to travel there when you live someplace this nice, but I can trade you information about it in exchange for names of places and people to know here," he offered.
