"That sounds like Bastien," Jigano agreed wryly, but he let the matter of the absent bartender drop with a shake of his head. He didn't want the curl of anger at the thought of the man using the pain of his friends and associates for a joke, or mocking the tears and loss of those whose loved ones would not be coming back. It was an awkward position to be in: not wanting to hope the man was dead... but knowing he would be livid if Bastien still lived.
"Hmm?" He glanced over to her, raising a hand to cup around his ear. "What did you say? Speak up, young'un." He smirked, reaching up to pat a stray hair into place and sidling towards her to peek at the compass. "Which way are going? You know these old eyes aren't as good as they used to be..."
He hadn't taken into consideration Edy's casual vulgarity which, to be fair, was his own damn fault. At her little tidbit of gossip his face screwed up as if he'd just bitten into a bad lemon, and a shudder rippled through him. "I... gods least fortunate, Edy, now I can't unsee that." He reached over to punch her lightly on the shoulder with a grumbled "Brat..." and his deft fingers slipped a little cloth bag with a red ribbon holding it closed into her pocket as he withdrew.
"...I don't want to know how you know that, do I?" he added, a hint of not-entirely-theatrical horror in his voice.
"Hmm?" He glanced over to her, raising a hand to cup around his ear. "What did you say? Speak up, young'un." He smirked, reaching up to pat a stray hair into place and sidling towards her to peek at the compass. "Which way are going? You know these old eyes aren't as good as they used to be..."
He hadn't taken into consideration Edy's casual vulgarity which, to be fair, was his own damn fault. At her little tidbit of gossip his face screwed up as if he'd just bitten into a bad lemon, and a shudder rippled through him. "I... gods least fortunate, Edy, now I can't unsee that." He reached over to punch her lightly on the shoulder with a grumbled "Brat..." and his deft fingers slipped a little cloth bag with a red ribbon holding it closed into her pocket as he withdrew.
"...I don't want to know how you know that, do I?" he added, a hint of not-entirely-theatrical horror in his voice.
