Jigano was used to being watched; it came with the job, after all. And even in his own land, which held so much more diversity than he’d seen here so far, he was memorable. So he took Samuel’s gaze with an acknowledging smile and gave an encouraging nod. His name sounded a little odd in the other man’s nervous voice, but the pronunciation was right, which he appreciated.
He chuckled at the chosen adverb, agreeing wholeheartedly as he tried to discern any sort of rhyme or reason to the hodgepodge of knowledge that surrounded them. His request for specifics of his new world earned him a somewhat surprising answer – he blinked and then found himself grinning at the book Samuel held up. ”I’ll keep that one in mind for later then, when you’ve finished with it,” he spoke graciously, but his blue eyes sparkled with gentle humor and genuine respect for the other man’s willingness to tackle a difficult tome – whether it was hard to read through language difficulty or damage Jigano didn’t know, but the result was much the same, and that the ginger scholar persevered spoke well of his character.
They walked slowly enough for the lorekeeper to appreciate the vast array of different books around them, some amazingly well-preserved and others crumbling with age and mildew – some side by side. The place badly needed a custodian as well as an organizer, he mused to himself. Among other things. Rows of shelves continued on into the dark depths of the building and out of sight in another direction, many quite full. It would be the work of several lifetimes to tame the place…
His thoughts were brought up short as they reached their destination and he eyed the over-large tome a little dubiously. The objects that had once enhanced his strength and speed and durability no longer worked, and he had found himself woefully weakened by their absence. ”It certainly looks comprehensive,” he said with a wry smile. ”And at least it’s a beginning. Thank you, Samuel. Ah… perhaps you can help me carry it to that table over there? I’d hate to drop it, if it’s half as heavy as it looks…” He gave his companion a winsome grin as he went to take hold of the spine and bottom of the book, preparing to lift it if the other man would help him. ”But tell me, are you a herbalist or healer, to be studying the plants here?”
He chuckled at the chosen adverb, agreeing wholeheartedly as he tried to discern any sort of rhyme or reason to the hodgepodge of knowledge that surrounded them. His request for specifics of his new world earned him a somewhat surprising answer – he blinked and then found himself grinning at the book Samuel held up. ”I’ll keep that one in mind for later then, when you’ve finished with it,” he spoke graciously, but his blue eyes sparkled with gentle humor and genuine respect for the other man’s willingness to tackle a difficult tome – whether it was hard to read through language difficulty or damage Jigano didn’t know, but the result was much the same, and that the ginger scholar persevered spoke well of his character.
They walked slowly enough for the lorekeeper to appreciate the vast array of different books around them, some amazingly well-preserved and others crumbling with age and mildew – some side by side. The place badly needed a custodian as well as an organizer, he mused to himself. Among other things. Rows of shelves continued on into the dark depths of the building and out of sight in another direction, many quite full. It would be the work of several lifetimes to tame the place…
His thoughts were brought up short as they reached their destination and he eyed the over-large tome a little dubiously. The objects that had once enhanced his strength and speed and durability no longer worked, and he had found himself woefully weakened by their absence. ”It certainly looks comprehensive,” he said with a wry smile. ”And at least it’s a beginning. Thank you, Samuel. Ah… perhaps you can help me carry it to that table over there? I’d hate to drop it, if it’s half as heavy as it looks…” He gave his companion a winsome grin as he went to take hold of the spine and bottom of the book, preparing to lift it if the other man would help him. ”But tell me, are you a herbalist or healer, to be studying the plants here?”
