"Oh." Arialla turned back, surprised to be addressed again so quickly. She moved to curtsy and then, realizing she wore pants, turned it into a clumsy bow. Then she moved on to her introduction, suppressing the urge to apologize again. "My name is Arialla. I only just recently arrived here in Caido; Samuel told me you were in charge of the Outlanders." That wasn't exactly what Sam had said; he'd used the word "Advisor." But that was how Arialla remembered it. "I wanted to ask if ... if you know how I can get home."
She tried not to sound as nervous about the question as she felt, even though her whole life rode on it. Since her arrival in Caido, she'd thought of little else. If Jigano couldn't tell her ... Well, praying still might bring her some answers, but she'd found herself strangely anxious about it, considering that it was literally her profession. The thing was, if even the gods couldn't answer her plea, where did she go from there?
She tried not to sound as nervous about the question as she felt, even though her whole life rode on it. Since her arrival in Caido, she'd thought of little else. If Jigano couldn't tell her ... Well, praying still might bring her some answers, but she'd found herself strangely anxious about it, considering that it was literally her profession. The thing was, if even the gods couldn't answer her plea, where did she go from there?
