It was a relief to see another person in the building – Jigano had been half-expecting the great repository to be deserted and its charges left untended – and the skinny ginger-haired man looked harmless enough as he offered a timid wave. The book in his hand was already enough to lend him a good impression in the lorekeeper’s estimation, and the stumbling speech gave him enough of a thread to begin weaving with.
He smiled gently, offering a nod as he drifted to a stop in the wide central aisle, not trying to approach too near or too quickly. ”Hello Samuel,” he said, raising his voice just enough to reach the other man. There was no need to speak too loudly; he’d been surprised at how well his words had carried earlier. He tilted his head as he took in his companion, making a quick estimate of his profession – not a fighter, nor one of the heavier trades. A clerk, perhaps? Or a jeweler? ”I’m Jigano,” he offered courteously as Samuel approached. ”And I have not been here for very long at all, I’m afraid.” His smile quirked at the corner, turning wry as he offered his hand. ”So I’ve come to learn what I can about this place. I had hoped to find the information… well. Better catalogued than it seems to be.” His tone was a touch rueful as he let his gaze roam the interior of the damaged library. Shelves haphazardly piled with books, scrolls, parchment, tablets, and all manner of written words seemed to lack any order or logic. But perhaps appearances were deceiving, and he turned back to Samuel with an openly hopeful expression on his sharp-featured face.
”Is there anything here about the history of this world? Its flora and fauna? Its magic and gods?”
He smiled gently, offering a nod as he drifted to a stop in the wide central aisle, not trying to approach too near or too quickly. ”Hello Samuel,” he said, raising his voice just enough to reach the other man. There was no need to speak too loudly; he’d been surprised at how well his words had carried earlier. He tilted his head as he took in his companion, making a quick estimate of his profession – not a fighter, nor one of the heavier trades. A clerk, perhaps? Or a jeweler? ”I’m Jigano,” he offered courteously as Samuel approached. ”And I have not been here for very long at all, I’m afraid.” His smile quirked at the corner, turning wry as he offered his hand. ”So I’ve come to learn what I can about this place. I had hoped to find the information… well. Better catalogued than it seems to be.” His tone was a touch rueful as he let his gaze roam the interior of the damaged library. Shelves haphazardly piled with books, scrolls, parchment, tablets, and all manner of written words seemed to lack any order or logic. But perhaps appearances were deceiving, and he turned back to Samuel with an openly hopeful expression on his sharp-featured face.
”Is there anything here about the history of this world? Its flora and fauna? Its magic and gods?”
