Neron, former Warden of Halo, had been the voice of reason? Jigano's brow rose, but his few interactions with the man had indicated a personality of cool efficiency, little overcome by emotion - and that was before he had Ascended. If whatever had been asked of the Ascended hadn't been of immediate benefit to Neron, the bard could well believe he had taken a more hands-off approach. Still, he was saddened to hear that even Rexanna - who touted herself as being unswayed by the Voice's rhetoric and able to walk the balance between races and Gods Old and New - had turned on Sam in the end.
Sam had made it clear he didn't want to spill more details though, so Jigano pushed no further on that line of questioning, all his ire turned fully to the Voice's unfair bargain and how she twisted the rules to suit herself, the same as Safrin had done to him. And think of the devil...
The bard flinched at hearing her name from Sam's lips, saddened further when the bookmaker didn't take his offered hand. He let it fall back to his side and turned away to look out over the moonlit ocean, eyes finding the bold gulls that had snuck closer. With a wry smile he reached into his well of magic and flexed his hands, feeling the bread form in his fingers, still warm. He tore it into chunks and tossed it to the trio of birds who had remained, earning their riveted attention as they pounced on the treat.
"I doubt it, too," he admitted quietly. "She is... too cruel. Too jealous. Like the Voice in many ways, more so than the other old gods. She might do it for vanity, or petty proving of a point against the Voice... but I think not." He wandered closer to the water as he spoke, keeping his pained expression hidden from his friend. "I don't think she can, to be honest. She hasn't the power. It would take the intervention of Vi or Rae to undo the Voice's meddling. Rae might be the most likely, given the nature of change and growth and physical form. Perhaps all three of the Old Gods combined would be needed, though. At least this first time."
Sam had made it clear he didn't want to spill more details though, so Jigano pushed no further on that line of questioning, all his ire turned fully to the Voice's unfair bargain and how she twisted the rules to suit herself, the same as Safrin had done to him. And think of the devil...
The bard flinched at hearing her name from Sam's lips, saddened further when the bookmaker didn't take his offered hand. He let it fall back to his side and turned away to look out over the moonlit ocean, eyes finding the bold gulls that had snuck closer. With a wry smile he reached into his well of magic and flexed his hands, feeling the bread form in his fingers, still warm. He tore it into chunks and tossed it to the trio of birds who had remained, earning their riveted attention as they pounced on the treat.
"I doubt it, too," he admitted quietly. "She is... too cruel. Too jealous. Like the Voice in many ways, more so than the other old gods. She might do it for vanity, or petty proving of a point against the Voice... but I think not." He wandered closer to the water as he spoke, keeping his pained expression hidden from his friend. "I don't think she can, to be honest. She hasn't the power. It would take the intervention of Vi or Rae to undo the Voice's meddling. Rae might be the most likely, given the nature of change and growth and physical form. Perhaps all three of the Old Gods combined would be needed, though. At least this first time."
