He had seen little joy in the Launceleyn's eyes since he had come back from the blight-fueled oblivion that he had spent nearly a month lost in. Even the moderate success of the amulet gave the other man no respite, it seemed, but Jigano was still too buoyed by surviving what he had considered a death sentence to lose all hope at what seemed a comparatively minor setback. "Let Wessex and Ronin know of the limits," he said, considering how to try and navigate Loren's pessimism with a future that was already far brighter than it had been last year, when they had been far less prepared. "So that they can give the summoning amulets only to people steady enough to manage a cool head under fire. Deimos, for one. Rexanna. Wessex," he added reluctantly, the I suppose silent but implied with a clever twist of intonation. "At least the healing amulets won't require prolonged concentration, I'd guess. More of a burst spell than a lingering one, if it's like my old healing magic."
"Our pleasure," he reassured Loren with a smile. "I've got some gifts to deliver to the perch when we're done here, but meat isn't among them. Even smoked, it's better not to leave it outside to draw unwanted attention." There was that book Remi had found last year, talking about how to draw the monsters to the doors of your enemies... though Jigano suspected it was a double-edged sword.
The food was transported more easily than the carpets, at least, though going downstairs was a nice change from their previous trips up them. When they returned to the sleds Jigano looked back at the (thankfully now smaller) pile of carpets with resigned amusement. "I know you don't have much free time right now, but when you get the chance I'd appreciate your help picking out some books from the Atheneum to bring over for whoever will be staying at the Temple. A week with the same people living so tightly packed will be hard enough without some quiet distractions to pass the time with."
"Our pleasure," he reassured Loren with a smile. "I've got some gifts to deliver to the perch when we're done here, but meat isn't among them. Even smoked, it's better not to leave it outside to draw unwanted attention." There was that book Remi had found last year, talking about how to draw the monsters to the doors of your enemies... though Jigano suspected it was a double-edged sword.
The food was transported more easily than the carpets, at least, though going downstairs was a nice change from their previous trips up them. When they returned to the sleds Jigano looked back at the (thankfully now smaller) pile of carpets with resigned amusement. "I know you don't have much free time right now, but when you get the chance I'd appreciate your help picking out some books from the Atheneum to bring over for whoever will be staying at the Temple. A week with the same people living so tightly packed will be hard enough without some quiet distractions to pass the time with."
