"I can sleep when things settle down," he reassured his friend. "There's too much spinning in my head right now to rest well, though. We need every spare moment to read through the books Safrin led Amalia to, and to find any scrap of information on the Spire, for what comes next. Naturals, Outlanders, everyone has something to contribute. Even if it's just your great, great, great-grandparents' stories or journals tucked away in attics for the past century... Every prayer to the gods for a few more drips and drabs of clues for how to enter it and what we'll face inside..." For a moment there was a fierce gleam in his eye, a warrior squaring up to do battle with a nemesis he had no intention of backing down from.
But the cube provided a distraction that had the guild's provost changing topics and tactics both, trying to discern a clue to help them learn more about it. "The items are chosen for the finder?" Jigano questioned absently, still staring intently at the cube. "If that's the case then I'd expect a... hmm, what would you call it here?" he mused, remembering some of the starfallen technology he had come across on his own world. "A... an automated recorder, of sorts. One that would let you say what you wanted to record so you could write your stories faster." He blinked, breaking his concentration and looking up to Sam with a wry smile. "But a fancy paperweight? That is far too plain for you, my friend. I'm sure there's more to this secret, if we can only solve the puzzle."
But the cube provided a distraction that had the guild's provost changing topics and tactics both, trying to discern a clue to help them learn more about it. "The items are chosen for the finder?" Jigano questioned absently, still staring intently at the cube. "If that's the case then I'd expect a... hmm, what would you call it here?" he mused, remembering some of the starfallen technology he had come across on his own world. "A... an automated recorder, of sorts. One that would let you say what you wanted to record so you could write your stories faster." He blinked, breaking his concentration and looking up to Sam with a wry smile. "But a fancy paperweight? That is far too plain for you, my friend. I'm sure there's more to this secret, if we can only solve the puzzle."
