Jigano nodded as Sascha repeated the names of the races he had mentioned so far, and his lips quirked into a wry smile. "Naturals aren't a race, just what we use to distinguish those who were born on this world from us Outlanders who came from other places," he tried to clear up. "There are Abandoned and Attuned Naturals, and Abandoned and Attuned Outlanders as well. 'Accepted' are what we call the normal humans who don't have magic and haven't been touched by the gods. There are two others you should know about, but I don't want to overwhelm you with too much information at once," he said with a gentle smile. It was all a great deal to take in, after all, in addition to getting used to new food, new clothes, and new customs. "Just let me know when you want to know more about them."
The stew was good. Not great, but filling and warm, and if the bread wasn't up to the standards of Devas Bakery, it was still soft on the inside and complemented the stew well. When Sascha explained how he was used to eating, Jigano's blue eyes lit up and he nodded with delighted understanding. "My parents did too, when I was young. They eventually stopped, but I remember my mother teaching me how to use them when I was very small." They had wanted to fit in with their Numerian neighbors in the land they had moved to, and had eventually switched to using the local knives and forks almost exclusively.
Sascha's caution was smart, and Jigano nodded agreement with the young man's words. "It's never wise to pray to them without cause. That's a good way to give offense. They don't like their time being wasted any more than anyone else does, after all." Indeed, they liked it rather less than most mortals Jigano knew! "As to what you should do..." he tilted his head thoughtfully. "First, you should find a place to stay, if you haven't already. There are many fewer people here than there once were, generations ago. Because of that there are many buildings which have been abandoned. If you can find one that isn't in too bad of a shape, you can claim it as your home." The bard smiled, scooping the last of his stew onto the last bite of his bread and finishing his meal. "If you find a place that suits you, I can try and help you fix up any problems with it, or introduce you to people who can," he offered. "And speaking of introductions... I take it you made this?" he asked, lifting the figurine in its unfortunate shape. "Are you a woodworker or carver, by chance?"
The stew was good. Not great, but filling and warm, and if the bread wasn't up to the standards of Devas Bakery, it was still soft on the inside and complemented the stew well. When Sascha explained how he was used to eating, Jigano's blue eyes lit up and he nodded with delighted understanding. "My parents did too, when I was young. They eventually stopped, but I remember my mother teaching me how to use them when I was very small." They had wanted to fit in with their Numerian neighbors in the land they had moved to, and had eventually switched to using the local knives and forks almost exclusively.
Sascha's caution was smart, and Jigano nodded agreement with the young man's words. "It's never wise to pray to them without cause. That's a good way to give offense. They don't like their time being wasted any more than anyone else does, after all." Indeed, they liked it rather less than most mortals Jigano knew! "As to what you should do..." he tilted his head thoughtfully. "First, you should find a place to stay, if you haven't already. There are many fewer people here than there once were, generations ago. Because of that there are many buildings which have been abandoned. If you can find one that isn't in too bad of a shape, you can claim it as your home." The bard smiled, scooping the last of his stew onto the last bite of his bread and finishing his meal. "If you find a place that suits you, I can try and help you fix up any problems with it, or introduce you to people who can," he offered. "And speaking of introductions... I take it you made this?" he asked, lifting the figurine in its unfortunate shape. "Are you a woodworker or carver, by chance?"
