Jigano had been up late the past few days, burning his magic at both ends to finish the last preparations for those taking refuge in Halo. He stood beside Deimos, trying to hide his yawns as he offered a large sack to each adult and teenager passing through. Between them he offered comforting smiles and murmured words of encouragement, Outlanders and Naturals alike.
Each sack contained a large portion of grain, two dozen potatoes, carrots, onions, another dozen apples, oranges made in Torchline, and five pounds of flour. Not enough, perhaps, to get someone by for the entire season, but enough to supplement what people were bringing on their own, and the more general stores he had already helped haul out to the Palace over the past several weeks.
A very tired Jigano hands out sacks of food for those that want a little extra to get them by.
Each sack contained a large portion of grain, two dozen potatoes, carrots, onions, another dozen apples, oranges made in Torchline, and five pounds of flour. Not enough, perhaps, to get someone by for the entire season, but enough to supplement what people were bringing on their own, and the more general stores he had already helped haul out to the Palace over the past several weeks.
A very tired Jigano hands out sacks of food for those that want a little extra to get them by.
