Jigano nodded emphatically, glad to have found someone else who understood the threat Wessex could pose - had posed before, to himself and others. "The Fae know," he assured her, but there was a faint grimace underlying his words. "They shot her, the last time I saw her in their woods, but she has a power... an ability to teleport. To leap through space, like a portal she can use to go from anywhere, to anywhere. It makes it hard to follow when you don't know if she's just appeared behind you, or halfway across the known world."
He was surprised that Morgan knew of Sam's race, but then, the bookmaker had been visiting Loren here in Halo quite a lot before things had broken off between them and he tilted his head in acknowledgment. "He is, and Amalia's brother," he clarified. "He is one of the Voice's more ardent worshipers, but he is a poet. A bookmaker. A gentle soul at heart, unlike Wessex. And he was the only one who wanted the position," he added, still proud that his friend had stood up for his people in spite of how little he liked the spotlight.
Morgan's description of Halo politics started off well; clipped, but functional, at least until Zariah's name came up and Jigano's eyes narrowed slightly. He said nothing, unsure what her own relationship with the Merciless was, though it sounded as though the former-Tyrant wasn't pulling her own weight here, either. But that last bit... "Neron... an Ascended?!" he asked, eyes widening in shock. "But he's a mage - an Abandoned. That shouldn't..." Ah, but there was Rex, wasn't there? What could be done once could be done again, and he subsided into silence though unpleasant surprise was still writ across his expression. "...How long?"
He was surprised that Morgan knew of Sam's race, but then, the bookmaker had been visiting Loren here in Halo quite a lot before things had broken off between them and he tilted his head in acknowledgment. "He is, and Amalia's brother," he clarified. "He is one of the Voice's more ardent worshipers, but he is a poet. A bookmaker. A gentle soul at heart, unlike Wessex. And he was the only one who wanted the position," he added, still proud that his friend had stood up for his people in spite of how little he liked the spotlight.
Morgan's description of Halo politics started off well; clipped, but functional, at least until Zariah's name came up and Jigano's eyes narrowed slightly. He said nothing, unsure what her own relationship with the Merciless was, though it sounded as though the former-Tyrant wasn't pulling her own weight here, either. But that last bit... "Neron... an Ascended?!" he asked, eyes widening in shock. "But he's a mage - an Abandoned. That shouldn't..." Ah, but there was Rex, wasn't there? What could be done once could be done again, and he subsided into silence though unpleasant surprise was still writ across his expression. "...How long?"
