Tale as Old as Time

"Knowing our luck...they probably are." Sam laughed softly, thinking that compared to some of the things he'd faced in the last years, carnivorous beetles might actually be rather mild. That Jigano actually knew the names of the people killed, that he had been good friends with one of them...Sam's mood suddenly lowered and he wore a sombre expression. It was miles apart, hearing about a death abstractedly through a casual conversation then again from a grieving friend. "I...see. I'm sorry for your loss, Jigano." Gently he reached out to touch the bard's knee for a moment, just a soft comforting pat. "Do you..know they're with Mort?" He asked, trying to wear a small smile, hoping that idea might give Jigano some solace. Ignoring the mention of Sunjata's name, which brought him no small amount of resentment and embarrassment, he focused instead on Jigano's sorrow. "If you'd like to talk about him, you could to me." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child