Exasperation flickered in Jigano's thoughts at Samuel's lack of curiosity, but the weight of tradition could be oppressive, difficult to throw off even for someone willing to bend the rules. Sam... was not, in his experience, a rule-bender. If the traditions said to stay inside, then the bookmaker would - and be glad of the excuse to stay curled up with a pile of good books!
Letting out a breath that had almost been a sigh, the bard was distracted by what his friend had to say-- about himself. Ascended? Bloodfiend? A vampire? Samuel? Something clearly wasn't right there, but it would be foolish to jump to conclusions too soon with someone who had been a friend to him so far. Returning to the chairs, Jigano dusted his fingers off and glanced back at their handiwork while his host poured the tea. The house was, hopefully, a little safer now, and he felt a little relief at having helped someone who had been kind to him.
Sitting down, Jigano helped himself to another cupful of the tea - more aromatic and delicious now that his sinuses had finally cleared out. Sam didn't give him a chance to get comfortable, however, launching straight into a stuttered description that had the bard listening with bemusement as much as curiosity.
And then the silver brow went up. "A fluid that's not blood... but that can be replenished by drinking the blood of someone else?" He tilted his head, brow wrinkling a little as he tried to work out the mechanics of it. "So someone is expected to... to cut themselves, open a vein on their wrist, for instance, and let you lap it up like a kitten with milk?" Sam as a vampire? Well. As a... vegetarian vampire, perhaps. And the lorekeeper was far too curious at the moment to be properly afraid of the gentle, unassuming man across from him. "And how do they help you at the Shrine, if you don't mind my asking? How often do you need to go? Are there priests there?" The shrine he'd visited had been an empty place, echoing with power but lacking acolytes - at least, at the time he'd spent there. He should have been wary, or at least cautious of his friend now. But... this was Sam. And even if there was a connection to blood, and an aversion to sunlight, he wasn't evil. On that much, Jigano was almost certain.
Letting out a breath that had almost been a sigh, the bard was distracted by what his friend had to say-- about himself. Ascended? Bloodfiend? A vampire? Samuel? Something clearly wasn't right there, but it would be foolish to jump to conclusions too soon with someone who had been a friend to him so far. Returning to the chairs, Jigano dusted his fingers off and glanced back at their handiwork while his host poured the tea. The house was, hopefully, a little safer now, and he felt a little relief at having helped someone who had been kind to him.
Sitting down, Jigano helped himself to another cupful of the tea - more aromatic and delicious now that his sinuses had finally cleared out. Sam didn't give him a chance to get comfortable, however, launching straight into a stuttered description that had the bard listening with bemusement as much as curiosity.
And then the silver brow went up. "A fluid that's not blood... but that can be replenished by drinking the blood of someone else?" He tilted his head, brow wrinkling a little as he tried to work out the mechanics of it. "So someone is expected to... to cut themselves, open a vein on their wrist, for instance, and let you lap it up like a kitten with milk?" Sam as a vampire? Well. As a... vegetarian vampire, perhaps. And the lorekeeper was far too curious at the moment to be properly afraid of the gentle, unassuming man across from him. "And how do they help you at the Shrine, if you don't mind my asking? How often do you need to go? Are there priests there?" The shrine he'd visited had been an empty place, echoing with power but lacking acolytes - at least, at the time he'd spent there. He should have been wary, or at least cautious of his friend now. But... this was Sam. And even if there was a connection to blood, and an aversion to sunlight, he wasn't evil. On that much, Jigano was almost certain.
