(Continued from Mood Lighting {Seasonal Event} )
Jigano
"I can carry the ca-candles. It's alright." Sam didn't comment on Jigano mentioning the volume of the tavern being 'overwhelming' - he appreciated the concern, but he could handle it. Despite his appearances, he wasn't quite the cotton swaddled baby he seemed. He followed Jigano to the tavern through the temple, turning to look at the shrine there while they passed - he never knew how to feel about the Old Gods, whom he had never met. Would they like him?
He didn't have long to consider theological matters when the Rathskeller was suddenly upon them, the smell of food and drink immediately punching through even his dulled nostrils. A small, sad smile crossed his face as he watched people eat; it had been so long since he'd had that simple pleasure.
Finding an empty table and letting Jigano get drinks (he knew the place, it seemed, and the people at the bar. It was better than Sam stammering his way through it) he placed his bag down and watched the people around him. As much as his mind wanted to convince him they were all staring and whispering about him, they seemed mostly preoccupied with their own things. Romances, arguments, songs...all the things of life he missed in the confines of his house.
As Jigano approached, Sam smiled and gestured to the chair opposite. "Th-thank you. Do you like playing here? It's...I think...you seem like you come from n-nobler places."
"I can carry the ca-candles. It's alright." Sam didn't comment on Jigano mentioning the volume of the tavern being 'overwhelming' - he appreciated the concern, but he could handle it. Despite his appearances, he wasn't quite the cotton swaddled baby he seemed. He followed Jigano to the tavern through the temple, turning to look at the shrine there while they passed - he never knew how to feel about the Old Gods, whom he had never met. Would they like him?
He didn't have long to consider theological matters when the Rathskeller was suddenly upon them, the smell of food and drink immediately punching through even his dulled nostrils. A small, sad smile crossed his face as he watched people eat; it had been so long since he'd had that simple pleasure.
Finding an empty table and letting Jigano get drinks (he knew the place, it seemed, and the people at the bar. It was better than Sam stammering his way through it) he placed his bag down and watched the people around him. As much as his mind wanted to convince him they were all staring and whispering about him, they seemed mostly preoccupied with their own things. Romances, arguments, songs...all the things of life he missed in the confines of his house.
As Jigano approached, Sam smiled and gestured to the chair opposite. "Th-thank you. Do you like playing here? It's...I think...you seem like you come from n-nobler places."
