"People make mistakes," the bard asked quietly, recognizing in that statement the weight of other people's expectations, the same ones that shackled Amalia so tightly. "Is it a binding that you still choose?" Now there was a dangerous question. A wiser man might not have asked it, but Jigano's curiosity would be the killing kind someday, and well he knew it.
He had hoped that Remi had given his regards to Ronin, but the alchemist didn't seem to be in the business of doing favors anymore, so he shrugged it off with a wry smile. "I did. Maea and I helped him build a memorial - a prayer pillar of sorts - for the souls of lost sailors and afterwards we talked for awhile.". He tilted his head in acknowledgment of the Dark Star's preference to avoid more personal questions, and instead turned his thoughts to answer what he was asked in turn.
"Mm. Rexanna is still queen, and the government is still running by mostly handling the jobs we were all doing already. With LongNight coming we'll be trying to exert a little more influence to help people prepare. Trying to send as many as will leave to Halo or Torchline, if we can arrange sanctuary for them, at least. Arranging as much protection as we can for those who remain, whatever their reasons for doing so. The vampire gourds have been particularly vicious this year... strangest damn thing. As for the Guild..." He paused to reflect, then shrugged a little ruefully. "We've gained some new members since last you and I talked. Lost a few, too; Loren joined and then left to run Halo's Infirmary. Maea came back from her disappearance, but wanted to join Zariah's new magic academy scheme in Halo. I've begun holding lessons for helping Outlanders learn about the Hollowed Grounds and hopefully help them adjust a bit better. Oh! And we'll be turning some of the abandoned reading rooms on the second floor into a dormitory, of sorts. I'd welcome any help you might be able to give, if you don't mind the dust." He gave the other man a charming grin and puppy-dog eyes, perhaps a bit more hopeful than he had any right to be that Ronin might be coaxed into assisting.
He had hoped that Remi had given his regards to Ronin, but the alchemist didn't seem to be in the business of doing favors anymore, so he shrugged it off with a wry smile. "I did. Maea and I helped him build a memorial - a prayer pillar of sorts - for the souls of lost sailors and afterwards we talked for awhile.". He tilted his head in acknowledgment of the Dark Star's preference to avoid more personal questions, and instead turned his thoughts to answer what he was asked in turn.
"Mm. Rexanna is still queen, and the government is still running by mostly handling the jobs we were all doing already. With LongNight coming we'll be trying to exert a little more influence to help people prepare. Trying to send as many as will leave to Halo or Torchline, if we can arrange sanctuary for them, at least. Arranging as much protection as we can for those who remain, whatever their reasons for doing so. The vampire gourds have been particularly vicious this year... strangest damn thing. As for the Guild..." He paused to reflect, then shrugged a little ruefully. "We've gained some new members since last you and I talked. Lost a few, too; Loren joined and then left to run Halo's Infirmary. Maea came back from her disappearance, but wanted to join Zariah's new magic academy scheme in Halo. I've begun holding lessons for helping Outlanders learn about the Hollowed Grounds and hopefully help them adjust a bit better. Oh! And we'll be turning some of the abandoned reading rooms on the second floor into a dormitory, of sorts. I'd welcome any help you might be able to give, if you don't mind the dust." He gave the other man a charming grin and puppy-dog eyes, perhaps a bit more hopeful than he had any right to be that Ronin might be coaxed into assisting.
