"What old man was this, now?" Jigano asked, his voice light and pleasant but still with that predator's gleam in his eye. He hadn't gone to the funeral, in point of fact. He'd only seen the notice posted for it, though Edy had gone and had mentioned something strange about it as well, come to think of it. "It's not like he could have gotten far... what with the barrier and all," he mused. "Perhaps he can shed a little light on what happened... whoever decided to pull this cruelty on those who truly lost friends and family will have some answering to do, I think. I'll ask some of the loreseekers to track him down... or, no, I'll do it myself," he decided grimly. "Sam can add it to the logs and look into Bastien's whereabouts for me with the Voice..." he trailed off his planning, focusing on Rexanna again with a raised brow. "You said this old man was last seen in the false church?" A fox's nose might be able to catch a scent, especially if Bastien was now Ascended, and would no longer leave smells to muddy the evidence.
With an idea of where to start his investigations, and his temper banked to a smoldering flame that would eventually turn to red-hot embers and ice cold determination, Jigano finally let Isuma's sleepy sweetness coax him into a better mood. The gryphon loved meeting new people, and loved being fussed over by them, too, and the bard had only been the first of her many conquests. She crawled into Rexanna's outstretched hands and set there, Reep!ing softly up at the lady and quite happy to get petted and snuggled.
"From the egg of an ice fairy," he replied with a laugh. "I think you were there that day, in fact, though we hadn't met yet! I remember you because Remi gave you his coat."
With an idea of where to start his investigations, and his temper banked to a smoldering flame that would eventually turn to red-hot embers and ice cold determination, Jigano finally let Isuma's sleepy sweetness coax him into a better mood. The gryphon loved meeting new people, and loved being fussed over by them, too, and the bard had only been the first of her many conquests. She crawled into Rexanna's outstretched hands and set there, Reep!ing softly up at the lady and quite happy to get petted and snuggled.
"From the egg of an ice fairy," he replied with a laugh. "I think you were there that day, in fact, though we hadn't met yet! I remember you because Remi gave you his coat."
