If there was anywhere on Caido that felt like home...
Well. The Atheneum - and the Guildhall beneath it - weren't it, but they were the next best thing. Though much of his time now was spent trying to pierce the mysteries of the Wildwood, he still tried to keep somewhat regular hours as Guildmaster of the Loreseekers, and so it was that, around midmorning, the white-haired man with the honey-gold skin and blue eyes made his way into the grand, ruined building with the ease of familiarity. Clad in a pale gray, sleeveless overtunic and pale green undertunic with wide sleeves hiding many pockets, and brown close-fit trousers tucked into calf-high soft-soled boots, he was an overall pale ghost of a man who drifted through the shelves, reaching out on occasion to touch a spine or brush fingers across a shelf in front of friends he had come to know in the half-year since his arrival on Caido.
He was humming softly to himself, nodding congenial greetings to those of the regulars who had arrived earlier in the day. They were few and far between compared to the quieter months of Deepfrost; spring planting and mending and work had claimed most of the local bookworms, and only a few of the youngest and oldest remained.
Them, and a face unfamiliar to the bard, unusually tall in this place of stunted animals and plants and people, and young and tousled in a way that spoke more clearly of 'Outlander' than even the clothes he wore. Jigano thought he knew most of the Outlander population on Caido by now - or at least, knew of many of them. This boy, however, didn't seem to ring any bells as he paused to examine him from behind a shelf before moving around to greet him properly.
"Hello," he said quietly, so as not to disturb the peace of the grand old library. "Can I help you find anything in particular?"
Well. The Atheneum - and the Guildhall beneath it - weren't it, but they were the next best thing. Though much of his time now was spent trying to pierce the mysteries of the Wildwood, he still tried to keep somewhat regular hours as Guildmaster of the Loreseekers, and so it was that, around midmorning, the white-haired man with the honey-gold skin and blue eyes made his way into the grand, ruined building with the ease of familiarity. Clad in a pale gray, sleeveless overtunic and pale green undertunic with wide sleeves hiding many pockets, and brown close-fit trousers tucked into calf-high soft-soled boots, he was an overall pale ghost of a man who drifted through the shelves, reaching out on occasion to touch a spine or brush fingers across a shelf in front of friends he had come to know in the half-year since his arrival on Caido.
He was humming softly to himself, nodding congenial greetings to those of the regulars who had arrived earlier in the day. They were few and far between compared to the quieter months of Deepfrost; spring planting and mending and work had claimed most of the local bookworms, and only a few of the youngest and oldest remained.
Them, and a face unfamiliar to the bard, unusually tall in this place of stunted animals and plants and people, and young and tousled in a way that spoke more clearly of 'Outlander' than even the clothes he wore. Jigano thought he knew most of the Outlander population on Caido by now - or at least, knew of many of them. This boy, however, didn't seem to ring any bells as he paused to examine him from behind a shelf before moving around to greet him properly.
"Hello," he said quietly, so as not to disturb the peace of the grand old library. "Can I help you find anything in particular?"
