Lucas near enough snarled with the effort as he made it to the count of nine before having to let go of the rock, tossing it to the ground where it splintered and left him shaking out his hands. If he'd had breath, he'd be gasping for it, sure enough. "Ah, well," he muttered with a crooked smile. "Better luck next time I guess." A shame, really. He'd have been interested to get a taste of Jigano, and for more than just because of what he might gain out of it.
A musical laugh left his lips as he watched the bard try to compete, shaking his head and giving him a small bow of deference. "It seems you were correct, my liege," he murmured, before arching an eyebrow at the mention of Remi. He had met the alchemist (obviously) but he couldn't recall telling Jigano about it.
"Perhaps one day we'll have to test it out. For now, though, I feel I may owe you a drink. Shall we go to the Rathskeller?"
A musical laugh left his lips as he watched the bard try to compete, shaking his head and giving him a small bow of deference. "It seems you were correct, my liege," he murmured, before arching an eyebrow at the mention of Remi. He had met the alchemist (obviously) but he couldn't recall telling Jigano about it.
"Perhaps one day we'll have to test it out. For now, though, I feel I may owe you a drink. Shall we go to the Rathskeller?"
