Jigano liked walking through the settlement on his way to the Atheneum at mid morning - or later - seeing the shops and the goods for sale, sometimes stopping for a cup of tea or bite to eat on the way. He always paused at Sam's stall, even when the bookseller wasn't there, to make sure no one was bothering it while the gentle Ascended was home resting.
This time when he paused, though, a note caught his eyes, and both brows rose in consideration. Next to Remi? Well wasn't that interesting. Though a shop with a proper ceiling would certainly be safer, and having a friend nearby would hopefully be good for soothing his constant anxiety a little. Humming thoughtfully to himself, the bard continued on his way but with the rueful knowledge that he'd be up early the next day...
Not as early as Remi though, and only barely on time. Instead of tea he brought a couple of books from the Atheneum under one arm and a borrowed wooden bucket with rags in the other, as well as his usual traveling pack for entertaining at the Rathskeller. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd done something as simple and homey as cleaning, but he was sure he'd remember quickly enough once he started.
Setting the bucket down, he tapped lightly on the door with his knuckles, raising his voice a little in the chill morning air. "Sam? Are you here yet?"
This time when he paused, though, a note caught his eyes, and both brows rose in consideration. Next to Remi? Well wasn't that interesting. Though a shop with a proper ceiling would certainly be safer, and having a friend nearby would hopefully be good for soothing his constant anxiety a little. Humming thoughtfully to himself, the bard continued on his way but with the rueful knowledge that he'd be up early the next day...
Not as early as Remi though, and only barely on time. Instead of tea he brought a couple of books from the Atheneum under one arm and a borrowed wooden bucket with rags in the other, as well as his usual traveling pack for entertaining at the Rathskeller. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd done something as simple and homey as cleaning, but he was sure he'd remember quickly enough once he started.
Setting the bucket down, he tapped lightly on the door with his knuckles, raising his voice a little in the chill morning air. "Sam? Are you here yet?"
