Safrin's books had provided the Loreseekers with information on the Flora and Fauna of the Hollowed Grounds, but the new regions beyond the portals remained largely mysterious to them. Halo's entry in the Guild's Chronicle had been slowly expanding, but Torchline's pages remained largely blank. Aside from the L'ma and Amalia's new, pink dolphin-like form, Jigano had yet to fully explore the wonders and dangers that Torchline's unique plants and animals presented.
And who better to know what was dangerous and what was useful than the man who hunted monsters for a living? Or at least, the man who had used to do so. Remi had mentioned some sort of crystal that could allow breathing underwater, too, that had piqued the bard's ever-present curiosity, and so he had sent a note to the bounty hunter's wagon, asking if Ronin would be willing to meet him on the Coast in two day's time, to serve as a guide.
Whether he would be a guide for hire or a friend to catch up with remained to be seen. After Remi's shocking shift in personality the Provost was hesitant to assume that Ronin would even want to see him again after what had happened at the Temple, but he wanted to know where they stood.
And what had happened to his friend in the past season.
So it was that Jigano waited on the beach at mid-morning, sleeveless tunic baring his arms down to his bracers and bare feet curling in the sand, taking notes in his journal while Isuma stalked a crab with round-eyed fascination nearby.
And who better to know what was dangerous and what was useful than the man who hunted monsters for a living? Or at least, the man who had used to do so. Remi had mentioned some sort of crystal that could allow breathing underwater, too, that had piqued the bard's ever-present curiosity, and so he had sent a note to the bounty hunter's wagon, asking if Ronin would be willing to meet him on the Coast in two day's time, to serve as a guide.
Whether he would be a guide for hire or a friend to catch up with remained to be seen. After Remi's shocking shift in personality the Provost was hesitant to assume that Ronin would even want to see him again after what had happened at the Temple, but he wanted to know where they stood.
And what had happened to his friend in the past season.
So it was that Jigano waited on the beach at mid-morning, sleeveless tunic baring his arms down to his bracers and bare feet curling in the sand, taking notes in his journal while Isuma stalked a crab with round-eyed fascination nearby.
