"You are kind to offer as well," Jigano returned with a smile for his new friend. "If I find myself in need of a carpenter, I shall be sure to call on you!" He made a mental note to himself to ask Rexanna for a proper blanket to give the young man, though he wasn't sure when he would see the lovely lady again. Soon, he hoped, missing her cheerful practicality and soothing optimism. But he noticed that Sascha was grown weary, the whiskey and food working to relax and calm him, and tiredness seeming to settle over him as they talked. The bard clicked his tongue to himself at his rudeness, offering the newcomer a wry smile.
"But where are my manners? No wonder you're tired! You've had quite a shock recently. There should be an available bed or two in the Infirmary available; we haven't had any large accidents or illnesses recently, and occasionally a new arrival stays there if there is room, until they can find a proper home of their own." Or close enough to one, the bard being an outlier in that regard, who had never claimed a building for his own, though he now spent some of his time out with a certain farmer. "If you'd like to get some sleep for the night in a safe place, I can show you up there now? And if any of the Healing mages are there, I can introduce you," he added with a smile. It was getting late enough that Vervain was almost certainly home with her baby by now, and he couldn't remember if anyone with magic was currently on night shift. It was getting close to the time when he was supposed to perform as well, letting music and tales fill the Rathskeller to entertain the regulars and those in from the outskirts for an evening at the bar.
He tilted a nod to the serving lad, who hurried over to collect their dishes and utensils with a harried bob of his head before hurrying away, too busy to stay and chat now that the bar was filling up.
"But where are my manners? No wonder you're tired! You've had quite a shock recently. There should be an available bed or two in the Infirmary available; we haven't had any large accidents or illnesses recently, and occasionally a new arrival stays there if there is room, until they can find a proper home of their own." Or close enough to one, the bard being an outlier in that regard, who had never claimed a building for his own, though he now spent some of his time out with a certain farmer. "If you'd like to get some sleep for the night in a safe place, I can show you up there now? And if any of the Healing mages are there, I can introduce you," he added with a smile. It was getting late enough that Vervain was almost certainly home with her baby by now, and he couldn't remember if anyone with magic was currently on night shift. It was getting close to the time when he was supposed to perform as well, letting music and tales fill the Rathskeller to entertain the regulars and those in from the outskirts for an evening at the bar.
He tilted a nod to the serving lad, who hurried over to collect their dishes and utensils with a harried bob of his head before hurrying away, too busy to stay and chat now that the bar was filling up.
