"Oh. A bard." Sam acknowledged, trying to not think of Jigano in the way he had imagined anymore. He supposed the role of a bard made much more sense, after all. Jigano seemed full of interesting stories, and was charismatic enough to tell them in song or otherwise.
Jigano's question made him pause, fingers trailing on the cold window and making trails in the condensation. "...Well...I've never seen them myself. But I've heard things. Of g-giant wolves with hundreds of teeth. Huge. My mother used to talk of a huge dragon that would fly over the town, b-but I don't think that one is true." Saying all of this out loud, it sounded like children's stories, but he knew something prowled the streets in the LongNight.
All thoughts of monsters fled when Jigano made his suggestion about the light though, Sam instantly frowning deeply and looking back into the room. He had assumed Jigano had known about him, couldn't not see it - In Sam's mind he was a waxy corpse, his skin pallid and pale and his motions stiff.
"...I...um. Oh. I thought you kn-knew..." Any confidence or grace he had picked up ran from his voice as he confessed to his greatest shame. "I can't be in the sun. E-ever. I am...I am...I have to go to the Gods. They call it Ascended." Sam made himself drag his eyes up to Jigano to see if this would garner any kind of reaction. "...I heard somewhere some c-call it Bloodfiend, but I don't like that."
Jigano's question made him pause, fingers trailing on the cold window and making trails in the condensation. "...Well...I've never seen them myself. But I've heard things. Of g-giant wolves with hundreds of teeth. Huge. My mother used to talk of a huge dragon that would fly over the town, b-but I don't think that one is true." Saying all of this out loud, it sounded like children's stories, but he knew something prowled the streets in the LongNight.
All thoughts of monsters fled when Jigano made his suggestion about the light though, Sam instantly frowning deeply and looking back into the room. He had assumed Jigano had known about him, couldn't not see it - In Sam's mind he was a waxy corpse, his skin pallid and pale and his motions stiff.
"...I...um. Oh. I thought you kn-knew..." Any confidence or grace he had picked up ran from his voice as he confessed to his greatest shame. "I can't be in the sun. E-ever. I am...I am...I have to go to the Gods. They call it Ascended." Sam made himself drag his eyes up to Jigano to see if this would garner any kind of reaction. "...I heard somewhere some c-call it Bloodfiend, but I don't like that."
