"Oh, they weren't bad at all! Though perhaps you could make a consolidated book of the smaller volumes? An omnibus, of sorts, that you can rebind with your new skills?" A little harder to carry around as easily than the pocket-sized folios, but easier to read them all and not worry about missing one of the collection that way!
The news about Loren was still... strange. But the bard was generally quick to catch his mental balance and he nodded in agreement about the summoner's hard times. "Not just recently," he added with a soft sigh. "I hope you can both help each other." Loren wasn't the only one dealing with difficulties lately, after all.
Jigano had come across dragons, cannibals, and cultists so far, not to mention rockfalls, frost giants, and the bones of those who had not been so lucky in surviving. Though at least he, too, had avoided the Ursurs. "Mm. Not in a good way or a bad one, I suppose," he mused thoughtfully. "Though... yes, it does make me miss those I left behind. More so now than when I first came through the portal," he admitted with a hint of wistful sadness in his voice. He shivered in spite of his fur and layers, tucking his hands deeper into his pockets. Isuma peeped a soft protest and wriggled out from his hood, blinking owlishly in the bright light reflecting off the snow. "In the winter, from a top of Torch's hill, you could see the plains spread out all around, gleaming white with the smoke rising from the town's chimneys but the roofs all covered in snow. Numeria is a northerly land, so the winters were cold and the snows were often deep..." he trailed off with a sigh, remembering hunting with his mother through the snow, and warming his hands by the fire in his father's forge after trekking back from Khonnir's Temple school in the heart of the small city.
The news about Loren was still... strange. But the bard was generally quick to catch his mental balance and he nodded in agreement about the summoner's hard times. "Not just recently," he added with a soft sigh. "I hope you can both help each other." Loren wasn't the only one dealing with difficulties lately, after all.
Jigano had come across dragons, cannibals, and cultists so far, not to mention rockfalls, frost giants, and the bones of those who had not been so lucky in surviving. Though at least he, too, had avoided the Ursurs. "Mm. Not in a good way or a bad one, I suppose," he mused thoughtfully. "Though... yes, it does make me miss those I left behind. More so now than when I first came through the portal," he admitted with a hint of wistful sadness in his voice. He shivered in spite of his fur and layers, tucking his hands deeper into his pockets. Isuma peeped a soft protest and wriggled out from his hood, blinking owlishly in the bright light reflecting off the snow. "In the winter, from a top of Torch's hill, you could see the plains spread out all around, gleaming white with the smoke rising from the town's chimneys but the roofs all covered in snow. Numeria is a northerly land, so the winters were cold and the snows were often deep..." he trailed off with a sigh, remembering hunting with his mother through the snow, and warming his hands by the fire in his father's forge after trekking back from Khonnir's Temple school in the heart of the small city.
