The bard walked down the street, no longer smiling with blithe confidence but greeting those he knew with a solemnity that spoke of the new weight he carried. He was carrying books, as he so often did, and his feet found their familiar way across the dirt and paving stones without needing much guidance, so often had he walked this way before.
Before LongNights and blights, at least. Not everything along the path he took was familiar, and he paused outside one building in particular, recently spruced up and clearly with a new owner in the yard. He was a man Jigano hadn't seen before, and the bard paused, hesitating where once he would have stepped boldly forward to introduce himself.
After a moment he cleared his throat politely, nodding to the person poking about in the mud with the plants and seeds. "Hello?" he called tentatively. "Do... would you like a hand?"
Before LongNights and blights, at least. Not everything along the path he took was familiar, and he paused outside one building in particular, recently spruced up and clearly with a new owner in the yard. He was a man Jigano hadn't seen before, and the bard paused, hesitating where once he would have stepped boldly forward to introduce himself.
After a moment he cleared his throat politely, nodding to the person poking about in the mud with the plants and seeds. "Hello?" he called tentatively. "Do... would you like a hand?"
