((this thread immediately follows the events of Trying My Best (OPEN)))
They walked quietly back towards the Sanctuary, both lost in thought and letting the words of the day sink in. Jigano led the way down the Guildhall with a somber tread to his soft steps as they passed the comforting shelves of books on the main floor and reached the metal-shod doors, finally repaired of Edrei's message. He glanced back to offer his friend a weak smile as he unlocked the door headed down to the softly-lit main hall, the chemically-fluorescent chandelier warming the room with a faint golden glow.
"I'll get the bottle and something sharp," he murmured, wincing even as he said it. "I don't know what's better for you... a single deeper cut? But it might hurt a lot more than shallower ones would. I just don't know how many shallower ones you'd need to make with your fast healing." He ducked into his office, returning a moment later with the bottle that had once held one of the reactive chemicals for the artificial glowstone that was the centerpiece of the Guild's chandelier. Now it was cleaned out and set aside for some future use - a use such as it was being put to today, as it turned out. The bard held a sharp letter opener as well, that he set on the table within Sam's grasp. His frustration for the bookmaker's religious affiliation faded to concern as he reached out to touch the back of his friend's pale hand with gentle fingers. "If it hurts too much, we can stop anytime," he assured him quietly. "You decide when you've had enough." It was a gift that Sam was giving him, after all, and he didn't want to abuse his friend's generosity.
They walked quietly back towards the Sanctuary, both lost in thought and letting the words of the day sink in. Jigano led the way down the Guildhall with a somber tread to his soft steps as they passed the comforting shelves of books on the main floor and reached the metal-shod doors, finally repaired of Edrei's message. He glanced back to offer his friend a weak smile as he unlocked the door headed down to the softly-lit main hall, the chemically-fluorescent chandelier warming the room with a faint golden glow.
"I'll get the bottle and something sharp," he murmured, wincing even as he said it. "I don't know what's better for you... a single deeper cut? But it might hurt a lot more than shallower ones would. I just don't know how many shallower ones you'd need to make with your fast healing." He ducked into his office, returning a moment later with the bottle that had once held one of the reactive chemicals for the artificial glowstone that was the centerpiece of the Guild's chandelier. Now it was cleaned out and set aside for some future use - a use such as it was being put to today, as it turned out. The bard held a sharp letter opener as well, that he set on the table within Sam's grasp. His frustration for the bookmaker's religious affiliation faded to concern as he reached out to touch the back of his friend's pale hand with gentle fingers. "If it hurts too much, we can stop anytime," he assured him quietly. "You decide when you've had enough." It was a gift that Sam was giving him, after all, and he didn't want to abuse his friend's generosity.
