It was good to hear Sam's laugh again, and Jigano smiled in return, knowing that if anyone could teach the newest crop of Seekers, it would be the Chronicler. Confident that his friend would manage, the bard let the topic drop, though the subject of the Fae was always a bit more fraught. This time, at least, they managed to tiptoe out of the minefield without setting off any explosions, and he relaxed even as he could only give a wry shrug to Sam's reasonable question. "Like Ingrid, they don't live here, so they aren't really here on a regular schedule. But hopefully if you meet them at the party we're going to plan you'll be able to arrange a time that works for both of you."
Alas, this was Caido, and there was always more tragedy to relate, tales of loss and death, curses and broken hearts. He shook his head at Sam's question, shrugging again and wishing he knew for sure. "At a guess, Halo? There are supposed to be luxere herds there year-round, but I don't know if we'll ever know for certain." He winced, wrapping his fingers more firmly around his tea as he nodded to Sam's astute observation. "No... not much comfort at all, I'd imagine."
Generally speaking, that phrase never ended well, but Jigano braced himself to stay calm and open-minded, reminding himself of the bridges they were trying to rebuild. The days of being able to assure Sam that he could tell the white-haired bard 'anything' were behind them, but he was determined to hold his temper no matter what the bookmaker revealed. "I won't know until you tell me," he pointed out, finding a wry smile for his friend. "I can at least promise to listen, though. What is it?"
Alas, this was Caido, and there was always more tragedy to relate, tales of loss and death, curses and broken hearts. He shook his head at Sam's question, shrugging again and wishing he knew for sure. "At a guess, Halo? There are supposed to be luxere herds there year-round, but I don't know if we'll ever know for certain." He winced, wrapping his fingers more firmly around his tea as he nodded to Sam's astute observation. "No... not much comfort at all, I'd imagine."
Generally speaking, that phrase never ended well, but Jigano braced himself to stay calm and open-minded, reminding himself of the bridges they were trying to rebuild. The days of being able to assure Sam that he could tell the white-haired bard 'anything' were behind them, but he was determined to hold his temper no matter what the bookmaker revealed. "I won't know until you tell me," he pointed out, finding a wry smile for his friend. "I can at least promise to listen, though. What is it?"
