The Warden in Halo could only Neron, and Jigano nodded his head in recognition. The 'romantically-cursed bartender' though... Jigano felt his wistful sadness retreat at Libbs's colorful description of the VlamVloed's proprietor. It was hard to remain down with the image she brought to mind of poor Sunjata - and, as an Attuned, having a donkeyshift was entirely possible.
"I think Neron finds almost everyone annoying, in one way or another," Jigano said with a chuckle. "Even his twin brother. How'd you end up meeting him?" How she'd met Sunjata seemed a far more straightforward turn of events; anyone could walk into the bar and order a drink, after all, though she could have run into the Flood any number of other ways, too... he was an active presence in the Hollowed Grounds, far more so than Neron.
"Sunjata is a good man to talk with," Jigano agreed with a flicker of a smile that held something back, a little secret that warned of being too loose with the word 'good' with the devilish rebel. "I keep meaning to get back to the bar more, but time..." he trailed off with a faint grimace, for time was his most valuable commodity, and he never had enough of it. It made Libbs's help with the set up for the class even more welcome, because it meant they'd be done sooner.
He considered the table he'd paused beside. It was a solid hardwood construction; not fancy, but sturdy, heavy, and awkwardly long. It was big enough for several people to sit at - or one person to spread out lots of books on. It wasn't being used at the moment though, and he gave his friend a crooked grin as Isuma hopped up on to the table to look at them both with curious golden eyes, wanting to play this game too!
"I could use a hand," he admitted gratefully, moving to one end to lift it, so he'd be walking backwards once Libbs took the other end. "I don't want to drag it and set up a ruckus if we can just lift it up a few inches and carry it quietly over to your mark."
"I think Neron finds almost everyone annoying, in one way or another," Jigano said with a chuckle. "Even his twin brother. How'd you end up meeting him?" How she'd met Sunjata seemed a far more straightforward turn of events; anyone could walk into the bar and order a drink, after all, though she could have run into the Flood any number of other ways, too... he was an active presence in the Hollowed Grounds, far more so than Neron.
"Sunjata is a good man to talk with," Jigano agreed with a flicker of a smile that held something back, a little secret that warned of being too loose with the word 'good' with the devilish rebel. "I keep meaning to get back to the bar more, but time..." he trailed off with a faint grimace, for time was his most valuable commodity, and he never had enough of it. It made Libbs's help with the set up for the class even more welcome, because it meant they'd be done sooner.
He considered the table he'd paused beside. It was a solid hardwood construction; not fancy, but sturdy, heavy, and awkwardly long. It was big enough for several people to sit at - or one person to spread out lots of books on. It wasn't being used at the moment though, and he gave his friend a crooked grin as Isuma hopped up on to the table to look at them both with curious golden eyes, wanting to play this game too!
"I could use a hand," he admitted gratefully, moving to one end to lift it, so he'd be walking backwards once Libbs took the other end. "I don't want to drag it and set up a ruckus if we can just lift it up a few inches and carry it quietly over to your mark."
