Jigano was far from disappointed with the test. It had answered his questions, and proven to be better than he had expected, in truth. It wasn't as good as a creature appearing and remaining without effort for an hour, of course, but nothing on Caido was ever that easy. He smiled at Loren as he handed the amulet back with a chuckle. "Far from nothing, I'd say. It requires effort, yes, but it doesn't disappear as soon as it's summoned without its caster to control it. I could control it and keep it here, after all. The need to concentrate is not so high a price to pay for that. I would say that it helps to figure out how to distribute the amulets, though. Healing for those who will be moving, and summoning for those who should be able to remain in one place without needing to run." He shrugged lightly at the mention of practice, though a gleam in his eyes showed a flicker of raw envy for just a heartbeat before he buried it again. There was no use lusting after what he had lost, not now. And no use grinding it in, however sweet the brief rush of having a taste of magic back. It wasn't his magic, after all, no matter how kind Loren was to share his own.
"No... thank you. Though perhaps we could take a break from moving carpets to carry the meat in before something comes sniffing after it that Isuma and Astra can't chase off." He grinned nodding back at his own smaller sledge and the wrapped packages of smoked and dried venison on it. "Deer from the Greatwood this year, a lot more flavorful and less tough than what we had last year! Rory smoked it so there'd be no blood in it to draw the monsters on LongNight. Cube it into a stew to soften it up with some roots and vegetables and it'll be a pretty good meal for quite a few." Half the meat was for the Temple, the other half for the Guild. Another bag was carefully wrapped off to the side, but for the moment the bard focused on carrying as much food as he could lift into the Temple and down towards the Rathskeller, unless Loren directed him elsewhere with it.
"No... thank you. Though perhaps we could take a break from moving carpets to carry the meat in before something comes sniffing after it that Isuma and Astra can't chase off." He grinned nodding back at his own smaller sledge and the wrapped packages of smoked and dried venison on it. "Deer from the Greatwood this year, a lot more flavorful and less tough than what we had last year! Rory smoked it so there'd be no blood in it to draw the monsters on LongNight. Cube it into a stew to soften it up with some roots and vegetables and it'll be a pretty good meal for quite a few." Half the meat was for the Temple, the other half for the Guild. Another bag was carefully wrapped off to the side, but for the moment the bard focused on carrying as much food as he could lift into the Temple and down towards the Rathskeller, unless Loren directed him elsewhere with it.
