"I don't take your friendship for granted," the bard smiled at his fellow loreseeker, not even the blight able to dim his gratitude. "Thanking you is the least I can do to show that." The conversation moved quickly along, neither inclined to linger over maudlin sentiment for long, and the talk of trading brought up quills and mirrors and magic that were small but incredibly useful. Hearing that the mirrors hadn't gotten much use earned a wry chuckle and a nod of Jigano's ahead in agreement.
"They tend to be fairly situation-specific," he agreed. A situation like keeping Amalia apprised of what was happening to he and Kiada during their LongNight Quest, for example. Or keeping he and Kiada in touch if they got separated on their ghosthunt. "I'll give you the quill in the meantime. I can pick up the mirrors the next time I'm at the forge for our lessons," he offered, getting up to duck into his office. He returned a moment later with a wooden case that held an inked quill nestled inside, and he handed it to Caiside with a grin. "May it aid in your guildwork - or anything else you can think of!"
It was easier then to settle down, pour more cider, and turn the talk to other things. Gossip from around town, mutual acquaintances, curious seasonal sights in the Greatwood; occasionally the conversation dipped into darker paths, but never for long. It was good just to chat and catch up, and before they knew it the hour had grown late enough that it was time to bid each other goodnight and head to their respective homes.
"They tend to be fairly situation-specific," he agreed. A situation like keeping Amalia apprised of what was happening to he and Kiada during their LongNight Quest, for example. Or keeping he and Kiada in touch if they got separated on their ghosthunt. "I'll give you the quill in the meantime. I can pick up the mirrors the next time I'm at the forge for our lessons," he offered, getting up to duck into his office. He returned a moment later with a wooden case that held an inked quill nestled inside, and he handed it to Caiside with a grin. "May it aid in your guildwork - or anything else you can think of!"
It was easier then to settle down, pour more cider, and turn the talk to other things. Gossip from around town, mutual acquaintances, curious seasonal sights in the Greatwood; occasionally the conversation dipped into darker paths, but never for long. It was good just to chat and catch up, and before they knew it the hour had grown late enough that it was time to bid each other goodnight and head to their respective homes.
