"Mm. Unfortunately, so far the gods are the only eyewitnesses we have to those events," Jigano pointed out with a slight frown. "Though perhaps if we can find journals or diaries from before the Voice we'll learn more about what the world was like without her. Whether the Old Gods were as active back then." He suspected not; would she have risen to such heights if the gods had been watching over the world as closely as they seemed to do now?
And again, he noticed, Sam brought the Voice into the conversation, in ways he could only imagine raising Amalia's hackles.
The militia was an easier topic, though Jigano grinned ruefully. "I volunteered my services to Deimos as a medic," he explained. "Though technically a combat medic's job is to keep his patients alive, and that might mean protecting them from enemies. I've trained a bit of magic and weapons with him. Thanks to him I've even become a decent shot with a crossbow," he admitted with a chuckle.
He sipped his own tea, his eyes softening with sympathy at Mrs. Wordsworth's lack of empathy for her only son. "Ah. My condolences, then. Speaking of Evie, though, have you seen her recently?"
And again, he noticed, Sam brought the Voice into the conversation, in ways he could only imagine raising Amalia's hackles.
The militia was an easier topic, though Jigano grinned ruefully. "I volunteered my services to Deimos as a medic," he explained. "Though technically a combat medic's job is to keep his patients alive, and that might mean protecting them from enemies. I've trained a bit of magic and weapons with him. Thanks to him I've even become a decent shot with a crossbow," he admitted with a chuckle.
He sipped his own tea, his eyes softening with sympathy at Mrs. Wordsworth's lack of empathy for her only son. "Ah. My condolences, then. Speaking of Evie, though, have you seen her recently?"
