Jigano just shook his head ruefully, appreciating his friend's confidence in him, but knowing it was misplaced. Oh, he'd be better than Sam the first time the Ascended did it, but by the bookmaker's third time or so, he'd probably outpace the bard, just like everyone else had done. Even Hiraku, in heavy armor! But at least now he could look back and laugh... though, at the time, he had experienced a very unpleasant combination of mortification and frantic fear for his survival.
Worries over whether his request would be turned down were, thankfully, unfounded as Sam responded with open, genuine pleasure and excitement. Jigano relaxed, grinning hugely in relief as the bookmaker already began making plans that sounded marvelously detailed and beautiful. "The first chair hit what you were aiming for!" he reassured his friend with a chuckle. "And I'd rather the chair than that queen's stinger!" Especially after Amalia had told them about the creatures and how bad those stings could be!
Sam's tentative question only drew a nod from the lorekeeper, and a gentle smile, though Jigano didn't reach out to touch him again as he might have when the day had begun. "I trust you, Samuel Wordsworth," he said, the words sincere and solemn in spite of the smile in his eyes. "But if you feel the task is becoming too much with your other work, please don't hesitate to ask myself or your other loreseekers for help. The reason I brought us together into a guild is so that we can help each other, so no one feels like they have to shoulder things alone." He smiled again, this time a touch of his wry humor back in it as he reached up to rub ruefully at his neck.
"I find that asking for help is often harder than offering it to others," he admitted, glancing off in the direction the rabbit had run. "But that's what friends are for. It just... takes a little getting used to."
Worries over whether his request would be turned down were, thankfully, unfounded as Sam responded with open, genuine pleasure and excitement. Jigano relaxed, grinning hugely in relief as the bookmaker already began making plans that sounded marvelously detailed and beautiful. "The first chair hit what you were aiming for!" he reassured his friend with a chuckle. "And I'd rather the chair than that queen's stinger!" Especially after Amalia had told them about the creatures and how bad those stings could be!
Sam's tentative question only drew a nod from the lorekeeper, and a gentle smile, though Jigano didn't reach out to touch him again as he might have when the day had begun. "I trust you, Samuel Wordsworth," he said, the words sincere and solemn in spite of the smile in his eyes. "But if you feel the task is becoming too much with your other work, please don't hesitate to ask myself or your other loreseekers for help. The reason I brought us together into a guild is so that we can help each other, so no one feels like they have to shoulder things alone." He smiled again, this time a touch of his wry humor back in it as he reached up to rub ruefully at his neck.
"I find that asking for help is often harder than offering it to others," he admitted, glancing off in the direction the rabbit had run. "But that's what friends are for. It just... takes a little getting used to."
