Jigano blinked as Sam stumbled over his words, somehow more upset over the story the bard had related then Attuned was. "Well, no, that's why you asked," Jigano agreed, slightly puzzled as to what had upset his friend so much. "How else could you have found out? Or at least, found out that I'm not ready to discuss it yet." He tilted his head in concern, waiting to see what else the bookmaker would ask, but what eventually tumbled out was not what he had expected.
To give himself time to think, the bard sipped his tea, glancing over the slowly-filling tavern before returning his gaze to Sam. "Well," he said slowly, mind racing. Family was off-limits, and Sam didn't like to speak of being Ascended. Remi was also an uncomfortable topic for them, so... "There are many things. But... do you have a favorite song? Or instrument to hear music on? I had assumed your favorite color was dark red, but even that I realize was only a guess. I suppose I would like to know: what things bring you joy, Samuel Wordsworth?" Surely there was more to his life than just reading and writing... wasn't there?
To give himself time to think, the bard sipped his tea, glancing over the slowly-filling tavern before returning his gaze to Sam. "Well," he said slowly, mind racing. Family was off-limits, and Sam didn't like to speak of being Ascended. Remi was also an uncomfortable topic for them, so... "There are many things. But... do you have a favorite song? Or instrument to hear music on? I had assumed your favorite color was dark red, but even that I realize was only a guess. I suppose I would like to know: what things bring you joy, Samuel Wordsworth?" Surely there was more to his life than just reading and writing... wasn't there?
