Of course Jigano had spent the winter translating languages - Killian hadn't known him for very long but somehow this seemed very character and Kiki's mouth quirked up at the corners. He leaned in further when the silver haired man opened up the book with gentle hands. Pages stained with age, the writing itself was scratchy and faded. Delicate though was the touch that handled them, and where Killian might've accidentally torn an edge, Jigano was mindful and cautious.
Ahh, to this Killian's eyebrows raised, his expression growing more inquisitive and interested. An account on quests to vanquish the spire demon, sounded pretty damn important. Killian wanted to reach for the book, to scan it and feel it himself (not that he would understand any of it but he was a very tactile person), but the lore seeker quickly tucked it away in his pouch. Probably for the best.
"What uhh, happened exactly. With the spire demon?" he asked as the lantern was lifted back up for the exploration to continue.
