The Spire's Guardian was a mad, mindless creature who had once been Ascended, or was some experiment related to them, from what Jigano had learned or deduced. The guardian would most assuredly not be taking care of him except in the most final sense of the word if he got too close, but with any luck the finest warriors in Caido would be taking care of it instead. But talk of the upcoming battle made both of the naturals uncomfortable and the lorekeeper was glad to change the topic to something lighter - and to give praise where it was due.
Seeing Sam accept that praise without protest brought a smile and a flicker of pride to the bard. His friend had made great strides in overcoming much of the baggage his miserable family had saddled him with, and it took a strength that Jigano could appreciate. He inclined his head graciously in return, then went back to work with a will, with Sam at his side. Maea was welcome as well, her blushing pleasure a welcome sight after the pain of Long Night's losses. He gave her a sunny smile of gratitude at her invitation, inclining his head as he returned with the wheelbarrow from spreading some of the dirt a little further away. "It would be a privilege," he accepted gravely, but with a pleased twinkle in his eye.
A few minutes later the tinkle of glass had him wincing, but not really surprised. He'd seen the damage from the inside and knew that both windows had needed replacing. He had hoped they'd last a few more days but... ah, well. As Sam finished digging out the second window well the bard gave a decisive nod, then helped his friend dust off. "Don't worry about it," he assured Maea. "Now that there isn't any more dirt falling in, we're in much better shape. Let's just get some boards to cover the wells with for now to keep the rain out, and then we can take a well-deserved break!"
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Seeing Sam accept that praise without protest brought a smile and a flicker of pride to the bard. His friend had made great strides in overcoming much of the baggage his miserable family had saddled him with, and it took a strength that Jigano could appreciate. He inclined his head graciously in return, then went back to work with a will, with Sam at his side. Maea was welcome as well, her blushing pleasure a welcome sight after the pain of Long Night's losses. He gave her a sunny smile of gratitude at her invitation, inclining his head as he returned with the wheelbarrow from spreading some of the dirt a little further away. "It would be a privilege," he accepted gravely, but with a pleased twinkle in his eye.
A few minutes later the tinkle of glass had him wincing, but not really surprised. He'd seen the damage from the inside and knew that both windows had needed replacing. He had hoped they'd last a few more days but... ah, well. As Sam finished digging out the second window well the bard gave a decisive nod, then helped his friend dust off. "Don't worry about it," he assured Maea. "Now that there isn't any more dirt falling in, we're in much better shape. Let's just get some boards to cover the wells with for now to keep the rain out, and then we can take a well-deserved break!"
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