Jigano fell in beside his friend, humming softly to himself as he glanced with interest at the stalls they passed. He came this way occasionally, but far less often than Samuel did. The sight of the cured meats brought a little smile to his face as he thought of Rory and his hunting, but Samuel's stuttering uncertainty refocused his attention on the man beside him and he raised a brow at the vague answer.
When the bookmaker continued the bard sucked in a sharp breath of concern, even though his friend had obviously survived the event. His fingers flexed, toying with the fur of his cloak as he tried to decide what to ask first, and how to ask it. Not even the cloth-sellers, who he would normally have a keen eye for, could distract him as he followed Sam's lead.
"I have been... well," he said slowly. "I've seen the luxere a few times now, with Isla. I have continued my studies in the Atheneum, and work at the Rathskeller has gone better than I expected. But... Sam, how did you end up under the Bone Bridge? What were you doing out there? And... however did you escape?"
When the bookmaker continued the bard sucked in a sharp breath of concern, even though his friend had obviously survived the event. His fingers flexed, toying with the fur of his cloak as he tried to decide what to ask first, and how to ask it. Not even the cloth-sellers, who he would normally have a keen eye for, could distract him as he followed Sam's lead.
"I have been... well," he said slowly. "I've seen the luxere a few times now, with Isla. I have continued my studies in the Atheneum, and work at the Rathskeller has gone better than I expected. But... Sam, how did you end up under the Bone Bridge? What were you doing out there? And... however did you escape?"
