"I promise I'll be careful, Sam," he assured his friend gently. "I know how far the guardian's tether stretches, and I intend to stay outside it while the warriors do their work, unless someone wounded needs dragging to safety. And even then, there will probably be others better suited to that than I am," he acknowledged with a wry grin for his lack of muscles.
Talk of the spire had brought a sense of solemnity over their task that faded into silence as they worked. When Maea sat down Jigano paused long enough to make sure she was just resting and didn't need anything before going back to work. Sam was able to clear the first window well down to its ledge and to the limits of the stone slabs that enclosed it, and he and the bard together had the second well nearly cleared before Maea spoke again. Even if he hadn't been eager to hear her speak again - she really did have a lovely voice - the mention of 'music' had his ears perking up with interest. Though sweating freely as he redistributed the dirt that Sam dug from the wells so it wouldn't spill back in and undo their hard work, he managed a bright smile for the pale girl. "I would love to see it!" he assured her eagerly - and the bookmaker, too. "Sam does beautiful work. I'll have to show you the journal he made. And of course, the chronicle book for the guild is a masterpiece in progress," he added fondly, with a smile for his red-haired friend. "Your name will be in it, too, once he has a chance to work on it again. And I would be honored to help you decipher the music, if you don't know how to read a scale already," he offered her with a gentle smile.
Talk of the spire had brought a sense of solemnity over their task that faded into silence as they worked. When Maea sat down Jigano paused long enough to make sure she was just resting and didn't need anything before going back to work. Sam was able to clear the first window well down to its ledge and to the limits of the stone slabs that enclosed it, and he and the bard together had the second well nearly cleared before Maea spoke again. Even if he hadn't been eager to hear her speak again - she really did have a lovely voice - the mention of 'music' had his ears perking up with interest. Though sweating freely as he redistributed the dirt that Sam dug from the wells so it wouldn't spill back in and undo their hard work, he managed a bright smile for the pale girl. "I would love to see it!" he assured her eagerly - and the bookmaker, too. "Sam does beautiful work. I'll have to show you the journal he made. And of course, the chronicle book for the guild is a masterpiece in progress," he added fondly, with a smile for his red-haired friend. "Your name will be in it, too, once he has a chance to work on it again. And I would be honored to help you decipher the music, if you don't know how to read a scale already," he offered her with a gentle smile.
