The Provost reached eagerly for the notebook, scanning the neat handwriting with a delighted grin. "Even better! I've been focusing on the Hollowed Grounds, but this way we can spread out and get a better sampling of the other regions as well. Thank you, Sam." He handed the book back - a little reluctantly, the urge to curl up and start reading immediately was strong - but he nodded in agreement. "Anything we can find from before the barrier is helpful, especially from those inside it and outside it, to compare the stories." Points of similarity would hopefully be truer, while those areas where the tales differed would need more research and focus.
Sam's lack of knowledge on the Artisan's Guild had a silver brow raising a hair, but Jigano shrugged it off. The bookmaker had been quite busy with other things, and with Remi being involved, well... "I think the militia and his Guild more or less run themselves," the bard admitted ruefully. "Or at least, the militia training doesn't take up very much time. I attend it when I can." And he hadn't heard of the Artisan's Guild doing much since... well. Since Fiat Lux. That had sent most of the Guilds into a time of quiet and licking wounds as they dealt with lost members and reorganizations.
He had filled in the blanks himself already, that Sam considered the Ascended as a whole his 'new family', but he had hoped that the bookmaker would admit it out loud. As his friend danced around it, though, Jigano simply nodded and let it go for the moment, content to enjoy the tea that had arrived as he blew the steam away and inhaled the delicious scent. "Mm. Yes... have you spoken with your mother since the... elder Wordsworth died?" He delicately didn't call the man Sam's father. Wordsworth Senior certainly hadn't earned that right or honor with how horribly he'd treated his son. "I suppose I don't know if she was as bad as he was or just caught up on his cruel ways..."
Sam's lack of knowledge on the Artisan's Guild had a silver brow raising a hair, but Jigano shrugged it off. The bookmaker had been quite busy with other things, and with Remi being involved, well... "I think the militia and his Guild more or less run themselves," the bard admitted ruefully. "Or at least, the militia training doesn't take up very much time. I attend it when I can." And he hadn't heard of the Artisan's Guild doing much since... well. Since Fiat Lux. That had sent most of the Guilds into a time of quiet and licking wounds as they dealt with lost members and reorganizations.
He had filled in the blanks himself already, that Sam considered the Ascended as a whole his 'new family', but he had hoped that the bookmaker would admit it out loud. As his friend danced around it, though, Jigano simply nodded and let it go for the moment, content to enjoy the tea that had arrived as he blew the steam away and inhaled the delicious scent. "Mm. Yes... have you spoken with your mother since the... elder Wordsworth died?" He delicately didn't call the man Sam's father. Wordsworth Senior certainly hadn't earned that right or honor with how horribly he'd treated his son. "I suppose I don't know if she was as bad as he was or just caught up on his cruel ways..."
