The Settlement was not very impressive, perhaps, in the many dilapidated buildings and outright ruins across the Bone Bridge, but it had become familiar and reassuring all the same. Jigano tapped Isuma's beak lightly and bent as he walked to let her hop down and frolic in the grasses at Are's heels as he and the cobbler continued their conversation. Now that they had been properly introduced through his birdcall, Isuma was happier to give him the benefit of the doubt and a warmer welcome - in spite of his unfortunate wetness.
"An attitude that will get you far," Jigano praised, his grin a tad wry but mostly glad that Are was willing to fit in and work hard. After the difficulties and losses of Long Night they needed every able hand, and the man's trade would be in high demand as soon as he got himself on his feet. That was, the bard mused, the upside to thinking one was dead. There was no overwhelming desire to try and return back through a portal that only opened in one direction!
He raised a brow at the word "völva," giving his companion a questioning glance, but when Are only continued to use the word without context the bard's forehead furrowed and he gave a little shake of his head. "I'm sorry, Are, I'm unfamiliar with that word. I think our languages are just a little different... I'm guessing you mean a user of magic of some kind? But can you describe what a 'völva' is in more detail? There are magic users here, but the magic of this world is different than that of my world... and might be different from yours, as well."
"An attitude that will get you far," Jigano praised, his grin a tad wry but mostly glad that Are was willing to fit in and work hard. After the difficulties and losses of Long Night they needed every able hand, and the man's trade would be in high demand as soon as he got himself on his feet. That was, the bard mused, the upside to thinking one was dead. There was no overwhelming desire to try and return back through a portal that only opened in one direction!
He raised a brow at the word "völva," giving his companion a questioning glance, but when Are only continued to use the word without context the bard's forehead furrowed and he gave a little shake of his head. "I'm sorry, Are, I'm unfamiliar with that word. I think our languages are just a little different... I'm guessing you mean a user of magic of some kind? But can you describe what a 'völva' is in more detail? There are magic users here, but the magic of this world is different than that of my world... and might be different from yours, as well."
