Jigano had managed a few shovels of dirt in the area he'd determined was above the old window wells before Sam's familiar voice tried to bring him to a halt. The bookmaker managed it - though not, perhaps, in the way he'd intended. The bard whirled, eyes wide in concern that was only slightly assuaged by the large hat. "Sam!" he scolded, a flicker of fear in his eyes. "Is it really safe for you to be out in this sun with just a hat?" They were on the south side of the building, receiving the full force of the light, and an errant breeze or wrong movement could expose the delicate Ascended's skin to burning fire. Having lost one friend over Long Night, the lorekeeper was in no mood to lose another!
Before he could properly shoo his friend into some sort of sheltering shade - though there wasn't much to be found nearby - a second familiar voice called out. Jigano hesitated for a moment, then gave a defeated sigh. Burying the shovel blade in the earth he stepped past Sam to call out: "Maea? We're over here. Watch your step, the ground is a bit rough..." He walked down to meet her, extending a gallant hand to help balance her over the unkempt ground that had once been a lovely manicured lawn, in centuries past. He looked up at Sam again with a smile, nodding to the pale woman at his side. "Ah, Sam, by chance do you know miss Maea?"
Before he could properly shoo his friend into some sort of sheltering shade - though there wasn't much to be found nearby - a second familiar voice called out. Jigano hesitated for a moment, then gave a defeated sigh. Burying the shovel blade in the earth he stepped past Sam to call out: "Maea? We're over here. Watch your step, the ground is a bit rough..." He walked down to meet her, extending a gallant hand to help balance her over the unkempt ground that had once been a lovely manicured lawn, in centuries past. He looked up at Sam again with a smile, nodding to the pale woman at his side. "Ah, Sam, by chance do you know miss Maea?"
