Jigano hesitated as Are spoke as if he hadn't heard a thing the bard had said. "I am not a priest," he said, stifling the annoyance firmly. "And this is Caido, not Hell." The words were similar enough to be easily mistaken for each other, though they meant very different things to the two men.
He did sigh a little - a small personal indulgence - at the continued blithe ignorance of what he'd tried to explain before. Perhaps it had been too much? Or perhaps Seiji and Nairi had simply been more... flexible, in their worldviews. "I'm not dead. Neither are you. And as I told you, I'm leading you towards a settlement - something like a small town - where you will be able to find both food and drink." He glanced aside at his companion, reminding himself to be patient. "Would you tell me Are, son of Jorm, what you were doing before you came through the portal? It looks as though you were swimming with your clothes on." Isuma studied the man intently from her perch, but for once showed no interest in getting closer to say hello. The man looked distressingly damp, and she was not a fan of wet feathers!
He did sigh a little - a small personal indulgence - at the continued blithe ignorance of what he'd tried to explain before. Perhaps it had been too much? Or perhaps Seiji and Nairi had simply been more... flexible, in their worldviews. "I'm not dead. Neither are you. And as I told you, I'm leading you towards a settlement - something like a small town - where you will be able to find both food and drink." He glanced aside at his companion, reminding himself to be patient. "Would you tell me Are, son of Jorm, what you were doing before you came through the portal? It looks as though you were swimming with your clothes on." Isuma studied the man intently from her perch, but for once showed no interest in getting closer to say hello. The man looked distressingly damp, and she was not a fan of wet feathers!
