Jigano blinked at Sam's admission, then laughed softly along with his friend. His laughter almost turned to a choke at the tumble of questions that quickly followed, but he recovered gracefully and turned it into a sip of his hot tea instead. "I admit, keeping my hair long is an affectation. Looking, ah, 'posh' gets you into a lot of doors, even if you're only faking it." He chuckled, reaching up to tuck a white tress back behind his ear in a practiced gesture. "But no, as I told you when we met, my father was a smith of silver and starmetal. We weren't rich by any means, but we lived comfortably enough. My mother was a... I suppose you'd call her a 'wisewoman' here, perhaps. She healed minor hurts and could do a little augury. I..." he hesitated, then sighed, sitting back and watching Sam over over the rim of his cup.
"Sam... I appreciate that you want to know more about me but..." the bard sipped his tea, finding the words he was a little unsure of. "Slow down a little. And... think about your questions. How would you feel if I asked if your family were poor? If any of them were dead? You didn't seem eager to talk about them before... but I would like to know more about you, too. So how about this: I will gladly answer your questions about my life and family, but in return you have to answer any question that you ask me, as it relates to yourself. Does that sound fair?"
"Sam... I appreciate that you want to know more about me but..." the bard sipped his tea, finding the words he was a little unsure of. "Slow down a little. And... think about your questions. How would you feel if I asked if your family were poor? If any of them were dead? You didn't seem eager to talk about them before... but I would like to know more about you, too. So how about this: I will gladly answer your questions about my life and family, but in return you have to answer any question that you ask me, as it relates to yourself. Does that sound fair?"
