"I'm glad to hear you're still working on it," the Provost said kindly, though inwardly he made a note - another one, on an ever-growing checklist - to take a little time out of his own work with Safrin's books to make sure his own journal was updated. Things were happening too fast to rely on fading memory weeks or months after things occurred. Perhaps Seiji or Caiside could help take up the slack, so details weren't lost...
"Write down what you saw at the Spire, first," he said slowly, frowning in thought. "I'll have Maea and Vai and Amalia do so as well. We need all the points of view we can get on it, natural and outlander alike." He sighed, raising a brow at his friend in preparation of asking what Sam's thoughts on the matter were, but he was distracted by his concern for the bookmaker, fearing he was injured. Hearing that wounds were intangible calmed him a little, but he still looked at his friend with concern.
"Sam, what has happened?" He stopped himself from speculating, biting back his guesses to wait for the ginger haired man to explain in his own words. Though he did raise a brow at hearing that the Voice wanted him to bring her someone to Ascend. He was growing worried about her intentions and plans, in spite of his attempts to be impartial, but at the name Sam spoke Jigano blinked and had to stifle a snort. "Bastien? That peacock priest of Safrin? Oh my... He's as fickle as his former goddess is said to be," the bard spoke wryly, but shook his head, half in amusement and half in resignation. "But so long as he was willing, I'm glad no more was asked of you. Now, what is this about emotional hurts? Has your family been bullying you since Long Night?"
"Write down what you saw at the Spire, first," he said slowly, frowning in thought. "I'll have Maea and Vai and Amalia do so as well. We need all the points of view we can get on it, natural and outlander alike." He sighed, raising a brow at his friend in preparation of asking what Sam's thoughts on the matter were, but he was distracted by his concern for the bookmaker, fearing he was injured. Hearing that wounds were intangible calmed him a little, but he still looked at his friend with concern.
"Sam, what has happened?" He stopped himself from speculating, biting back his guesses to wait for the ginger haired man to explain in his own words. Though he did raise a brow at hearing that the Voice wanted him to bring her someone to Ascend. He was growing worried about her intentions and plans, in spite of his attempts to be impartial, but at the name Sam spoke Jigano blinked and had to stifle a snort. "Bastien? That peacock priest of Safrin? Oh my... He's as fickle as his former goddess is said to be," the bard spoke wryly, but shook his head, half in amusement and half in resignation. "But so long as he was willing, I'm glad no more was asked of you. Now, what is this about emotional hurts? Has your family been bullying you since Long Night?"
