Given Jigano's past, he was well aware of the possibility of torture, and had avoided saying the word aloud so as not to upset Sam further. But living prisoners, even tortured ones - especially tortured ones - could still be rescued. He wasn't certain how Kiada would react to such threats, but he thought Caiside and Amalia were pragmatic enough to realize that there was no point in hiding anything, and he hoped that even if the Fae were willing to torture their prisoners to gain information, that it wouldn't come to that. It also meant that the window for setting off on a rescue mission was a small one, if they wanted their friends back with as few physical and emotional scars as possible...
Assuming the worst case scenario, which they might even yet have avoided. Sam had only said that the Fae were 'small, curious, and fickle,' after all, which didn't sound too terrible. No mention had been made of cruelty, or even that they were tricksters - information that might have changed how Jigano approached the problem, had his friend shared more of his knowledge about the people the bard had asked for earlier.
Samuel's support was what mattered to him now, even as the weight of his trust settled on Jigano's shoulders like a cloak of lead in light of those who had trusted him and been taken from him before. "Thank you," he said again, for what more could he say? Sam, his oldest friend on Caido, stood by him in spite of his fear, and Jigano was humbled by the bookmaker's courage and loyalty.
"She is lovely," the bard agreed, finding the ghost of a smile for the adorable feline. "How did you find her? Surely there is a story to be told in that?" A distraction, but a welcome one, from all the stress and anxiety that he had spent the day wallowing in. Perhaps speaking of lighter things would help him come up with better ideas for how they would approach the rescue on the morrow.
Assuming the worst case scenario, which they might even yet have avoided. Sam had only said that the Fae were 'small, curious, and fickle,' after all, which didn't sound too terrible. No mention had been made of cruelty, or even that they were tricksters - information that might have changed how Jigano approached the problem, had his friend shared more of his knowledge about the people the bard had asked for earlier.
Samuel's support was what mattered to him now, even as the weight of his trust settled on Jigano's shoulders like a cloak of lead in light of those who had trusted him and been taken from him before. "Thank you," he said again, for what more could he say? Sam, his oldest friend on Caido, stood by him in spite of his fear, and Jigano was humbled by the bookmaker's courage and loyalty.
"She is lovely," the bard agreed, finding the ghost of a smile for the adorable feline. "How did you find her? Surely there is a story to be told in that?" A distraction, but a welcome one, from all the stress and anxiety that he had spent the day wallowing in. Perhaps speaking of lighter things would help him come up with better ideas for how they would approach the rescue on the morrow.
