"Yes," Jigano agreed quietly. "Long Night... has changed many things." Isla. Rory. Amalia. Himself. Who knew what he would find had happened to his other friends, when dawn released them from the temporary tomb the Temple had become?
Lucas's expression said as much as words about Jigano's lack of courtesy, and the bard brought himself back to the moment by falling back on old habits. Politeness required only the smallest of efforts and could sometimes pay the largest dividends, if only he could focus. At the very least there was no call to be rude to an innocent wanderer. The lorekeeper nodded grave thanks for the man accepting his apology. He couldn't quite find the energy to return the bow, but he noted Lucas's grace with a practiced eye.
"I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Lucas," he murmured, giving a little shake of his head as he looked around the darkened infirmary. But... he wasn't only a lorekeeper anymore, was he? He was Provost of the Loreseekers, and even wallowing in his own trauma did not excuse him from the responsibilities of the post he had so eagerly chosen in better days. "I am an Outlander as well, but I've learned no few things about this place. If you wish, we might find some chairs and I can try to answer any questions you might have?"
Lucas's expression said as much as words about Jigano's lack of courtesy, and the bard brought himself back to the moment by falling back on old habits. Politeness required only the smallest of efforts and could sometimes pay the largest dividends, if only he could focus. At the very least there was no call to be rude to an innocent wanderer. The lorekeeper nodded grave thanks for the man accepting his apology. He couldn't quite find the energy to return the bow, but he noted Lucas's grace with a practiced eye.
"I wish we could have met under better circumstances, Lucas," he murmured, giving a little shake of his head as he looked around the darkened infirmary. But... he wasn't only a lorekeeper anymore, was he? He was Provost of the Loreseekers, and even wallowing in his own trauma did not excuse him from the responsibilities of the post he had so eagerly chosen in better days. "I am an Outlander as well, but I've learned no few things about this place. If you wish, we might find some chairs and I can try to answer any questions you might have?"
