the wine of friendship

Adam widened his eyes at Jigano's rather bold swear, his mouth caught in a delighted grin as if he had caught a parent saying a naughty word. He was sure he'd heard the bard swear before, but the man seemed so above that sort of thing. Suppressing a giggle he drunk the rest of his own bottle and reached for another, pulling out the cork with his teeth. He listened carefully to Jigano's ideas of punishment. The Fae matter seemed fair enough and honestly Adam didn't know enough to question it. He'd only been in the Greatwood a handful of times and had never even met one of it's people. As for the guardian though, he'd actually been there. "Seems a bit unfair to punish all of 'em for just something that Wessex did. Or do you just mean to get Wessex to pay for that? Though, as you said, there was that whole forgiving...thing. I felt kinda bad, actually. Taking the scale it gave us. S'not like I did anything." This was not the kind of thing Adam commonly admitted, but his guard was down. He blinked for a moment at Jigano's question, thinking whoa, not best friends, yet, bud. After that though he realised Jigano likely meant their unlikely relationship at all and he smiled, returned the toast. "Yeah. Normally at home I didn't talk to anyone that had a...book sorta job. They usually didn't like me or thought I was dumb cos I couldn't read. I just never had a chance to learn. I didn't have a tutor or whatever the fuck they did; I grew up in a brothel. You learn a lotta skills there, but...book-learning wasn't one of them." A D A M Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna get drunk and stay the night?