"Of course," Jigano spoke, keeping his voice light and cheerful, though careful now not to give in to optimism again. "It, and most groups here, I think, can be joined or left at any time as circumstances or interests change." And he would fight for his little guild to survive, even if it stayed just the three of them. Though he dared to hope that someday, perhaps, they might be more...
"It sounds like you and he might very well be a good match then." He wasn't satisfied yet - wouldn't be, until he saw if the two really could get along - but if it would give Caiside a local mentor and guide he could rely on regularly and the old man some help around his shop, Jigano dared to hope that it would work out well for both of them. "And his work is... a creation of beauty and spirit and skill, far beyond what his initial appearance might lead you to believe." It was clear the bard admired the man greatly, though he held no illusions about his manners in dealing with other people.
"My strengths, alas, do not lie in my muscles," Jigano warned ruefully, enjoying his tea and relaxing more into the conversation. "But I'm not so weak that I can't lift and carry a bit, and I might be able to find blueprints for or devise some simple tools to help us, if we can't borrow them from others. But repayment here is, as I said, a matter of barter and trade. A smith's skills are always in demand, though a friend's company is often just as welcome. And perhaps, once you are settled in, you may find your turn comes, to welcome a new arrival." Jigano hesitated, his smile fading to a more solemn expression as he inclined his head briefly. "Though I hope you have better luck in finding your way home again, sooner rather than later."
"It sounds like you and he might very well be a good match then." He wasn't satisfied yet - wouldn't be, until he saw if the two really could get along - but if it would give Caiside a local mentor and guide he could rely on regularly and the old man some help around his shop, Jigano dared to hope that it would work out well for both of them. "And his work is... a creation of beauty and spirit and skill, far beyond what his initial appearance might lead you to believe." It was clear the bard admired the man greatly, though he held no illusions about his manners in dealing with other people.
"My strengths, alas, do not lie in my muscles," Jigano warned ruefully, enjoying his tea and relaxing more into the conversation. "But I'm not so weak that I can't lift and carry a bit, and I might be able to find blueprints for or devise some simple tools to help us, if we can't borrow them from others. But repayment here is, as I said, a matter of barter and trade. A smith's skills are always in demand, though a friend's company is often just as welcome. And perhaps, once you are settled in, you may find your turn comes, to welcome a new arrival." Jigano hesitated, his smile fading to a more solemn expression as he inclined his head briefly. "Though I hope you have better luck in finding your way home again, sooner rather than later."
