Zariah hadn't given people choices during her stint as Tyrant, but Sam wasn't nearly so cruel as the former ruler. He asked or, more often, didn't ask and instead let people offer to help him or not. Sam's lack of hope, the way he seemed to be already resigned to a slow death that would inevitably come for him within a year, broke Jigano's heart, but the bard did his best to hide it and instead nodded at the bookmaker's caveat. "Of course." The herald gods wouldn't have the answers, he was sure. Ludo had made it clear that it had no interest in saving the Ascended, except where Mort's desires were made crystal clear. But if Sam didn't want to go to Mort's Halls then that left...
A conundrum. The Draig was looking more and more likely, but it would be dangerous beyond measure.
The shift in conversation to something lighter was almost a shock to the bard's system, and it took him a moment to reorient himself. Strangely, Sam's speech impediment almost made it easier, reminding Jigano of seasons now long past, when the Guild was new and the world had been brighter and filled with more hope. When they had both been younger and more innocent. "Friends is a good place to start," he agreed gently. "And so is liking him. What does he do for a living?" He hesitated, glancing over at the birds, them impulsively offered Sam his hand again. "Walk with me, while we talk?" he coaxed, an idea forming.
A conundrum. The Draig was looking more and more likely, but it would be dangerous beyond measure.
The shift in conversation to something lighter was almost a shock to the bard's system, and it took him a moment to reorient himself. Strangely, Sam's speech impediment almost made it easier, reminding Jigano of seasons now long past, when the Guild was new and the world had been brighter and filled with more hope. When they had both been younger and more innocent. "Friends is a good place to start," he agreed gently. "And so is liking him. What does he do for a living?" He hesitated, glancing over at the birds, them impulsively offered Sam his hand again. "Walk with me, while we talk?" he coaxed, an idea forming.
