"You ought to relax, else you give yourself a nosebleed." The purr of the voice in the darkness was a familiar one, and Lucas stepped out of the shadows from a street over as though he had been there the whole time. Mainly because... well, he had been. But he'd not been trying to stalk Jigano - no, he was shamelessly perving on the Artist's Sanctuary, wondering if a tasty morsel might come wandering out so he could cause further trouble.
Alas, Rexanna had not appeared yet. But Jigano was here, and the bard's upset was distraction enough that it piqued the Ascended's curiosity. "What's on your mind, bard?" he asked. "I didn't realise that lorekeeping could make one quite so irate."
Alas, Rexanna had not appeared yet. But Jigano was here, and the bard's upset was distraction enough that it piqued the Ascended's curiosity. "What's on your mind, bard?" he asked. "I didn't realise that lorekeeping could make one quite so irate."
