Are
Are managed to stay silent throughout Jigano's, in Are's mind, long winded explanations of things far beyond what the cobbler was ready to accept. Biting his tongue but slowly shaking his head as the bard filled the air with answer to questions not yet asked. A world away, yet the same kind. Are said to himself and again began biting the inside of his cheek. He allowed a moment to pass, only listening to the sound of the wet leather and wool against the ground as they walked.
"A priest then?" he asked and swallowed the lump in his throat. The words conjured up yet more images, but now of the time just before the journey cut short, or long, depending on perspective. "One seeking to enlighten another heathen brought upon the lands, even in Hel I find your kind." he concluded, a mind so fractured by the previous events and revelations not much made sense anymore. Yet there started to emerge some patterns in the swirling madness. Content with his interpretation, flawed as it might be, he regained some of the spring in his step.
"Say, you seem sprightly for a dead fellow, how come here's not cold as they say?" Are asked, more thinking out loud to keep his mind occupied than to have his questions answered. "Nevermind. Forgive me, my mind is not used to being dead. It needs to be on more pressing matters, as how one could get a meal and a seat by the fire? he asked, waving his hand as to disperse the previous musings of his addled mind. Even though the outlook was grim, being dead was better than nothing. At least he had some semblance of life it seemed. Enough to find her? No, not yet.
"A priest then?" he asked and swallowed the lump in his throat. The words conjured up yet more images, but now of the time just before the journey cut short, or long, depending on perspective. "One seeking to enlighten another heathen brought upon the lands, even in Hel I find your kind." he concluded, a mind so fractured by the previous events and revelations not much made sense anymore. Yet there started to emerge some patterns in the swirling madness. Content with his interpretation, flawed as it might be, he regained some of the spring in his step.
"Say, you seem sprightly for a dead fellow, how come here's not cold as they say?" Are asked, more thinking out loud to keep his mind occupied than to have his questions answered. "Nevermind. Forgive me, my mind is not used to being dead. It needs to be on more pressing matters, as how one could get a meal and a seat by the fire? he asked, waving his hand as to disperse the previous musings of his addled mind. Even though the outlook was grim, being dead was better than nothing. At least he had some semblance of life it seemed. Enough to find her? No, not yet.
