Sam had his good days and his bad ones, but that he tried to reach out and learn and grow had earned Jigano's respect and his patience with the bookmaker's occasional stumbles into territory the bard wasn't comfortable sharing just yet. He had demons that Sam didn't need to face - and sins that no one else deserved to bear. Someday, he hoped, his friend would be strong enough to hear more of his secrets, but while Sam was wrestling with so many new things and problems of his own, Jigano was disinclined to add his own burdens to his friend's loyal shoulders.
He chuckled at the joke, a small one but a good one, and winked at Sam. "I appreciate that! I've been napping in here whenever I can catch a few hours of sleep in between research, and I'd hate to have that interrupted by a mystery cube that's decided it wants to land on my foot!" He peered again at the cube, expression turning thoughtful. "Though I appreciate your offer for the guild. Setting it on one of the more dangerous sentient books wouldn't be a bad idea, to keep it from escaping. Still, having weight be its only ability seems a little strange. I wonder..." He sat back, brow furrowed on thought as he abandoned his tea mug to steeple his fingers, staring at the cube intently. "I wonder... if there is any writing on it that might be revealed under specific conditions?" he hazarded a guess. "Script that can only be read under moonlight - maybe only a full moon - or starlight during a new moon? Or in total darkness, by Ascended eyes only? Or perhaps that is revealed by fire or lightning?" He grimaced slightly, offering Sam an apologetic shrug. "It's a long shot, I know. There might not be any script at all. And I can understand if you don't want to expose it to fire or lightning to prevent damage to it. But..." he hesitated, then sighed, giving a rueful shake of his head. "I suppose you can always ask the Voice if she recognizes it?"
He chuckled at the joke, a small one but a good one, and winked at Sam. "I appreciate that! I've been napping in here whenever I can catch a few hours of sleep in between research, and I'd hate to have that interrupted by a mystery cube that's decided it wants to land on my foot!" He peered again at the cube, expression turning thoughtful. "Though I appreciate your offer for the guild. Setting it on one of the more dangerous sentient books wouldn't be a bad idea, to keep it from escaping. Still, having weight be its only ability seems a little strange. I wonder..." He sat back, brow furrowed on thought as he abandoned his tea mug to steeple his fingers, staring at the cube intently. "I wonder... if there is any writing on it that might be revealed under specific conditions?" he hazarded a guess. "Script that can only be read under moonlight - maybe only a full moon - or starlight during a new moon? Or in total darkness, by Ascended eyes only? Or perhaps that is revealed by fire or lightning?" He grimaced slightly, offering Sam an apologetic shrug. "It's a long shot, I know. There might not be any script at all. And I can understand if you don't want to expose it to fire or lightning to prevent damage to it. But..." he hesitated, then sighed, giving a rueful shake of his head. "I suppose you can always ask the Voice if she recognizes it?"
