Jigano merely raised a brow at Oliver's self-deprecation, especially since it looked to be unearned. The joke was far weaker than the young man, especially given that the bard had been far scrawnier and weaker when he had first arrived than Oliver looked to be now, but he saw no need to belabor that point, especially when the conversation was moving on.
And he had other things to worry about, like how badly he had explained things such that Oliver drew entirely the wrong point from what he'd been saying. "No, not really," he corrected gently. "A shapeshifter on another world tends to become an Attuned here. A mage on another world becomes an Abandoned here. A vampire on another world becomes an Ascended here. That's what I mean by physical similarities. But it doesn't always hold true. It's a general pattern, not an absolute law, and as with all patterns there are anomalies and exceptions. Attuned shifts don't seem to follow much rhyme or reason, not physical, and not personality-wise. One of the gentlest men I know can become a lion. One of the fiercest warriors I've met turned into a hummingbird. It's impossible to predict what an Attuned shift will be."
He grew silent after he asked his questions, wondering what memories might be stirred up. He sipped his second cup of tea and listened to Oliver's musing. It sounded like no place he had heard of from any other Outlander, so at least it likely wasn't Helovia or Northhaven. Other than that he couldn't place it. "A chemist? Or alchemist?" he suggested quietly for the profession of the hair-dyer. As for having multiple tattoo shops, that seemed strange to the bard, but it also sounded like they were running into a wall for the day, so he simply nodded. "It sounds like you can remember quite a bit, though. Things might be vague, but there are a lot more clues in what you've said than others with scrambled memories have had. With time and patience if you keep tugging on those threads you might unravel more details." He smiled encouragingly, finishing his cup and setting it aside.
"Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
And he had other things to worry about, like how badly he had explained things such that Oliver drew entirely the wrong point from what he'd been saying. "No, not really," he corrected gently. "A shapeshifter on another world tends to become an Attuned here. A mage on another world becomes an Abandoned here. A vampire on another world becomes an Ascended here. That's what I mean by physical similarities. But it doesn't always hold true. It's a general pattern, not an absolute law, and as with all patterns there are anomalies and exceptions. Attuned shifts don't seem to follow much rhyme or reason, not physical, and not personality-wise. One of the gentlest men I know can become a lion. One of the fiercest warriors I've met turned into a hummingbird. It's impossible to predict what an Attuned shift will be."
He grew silent after he asked his questions, wondering what memories might be stirred up. He sipped his second cup of tea and listened to Oliver's musing. It sounded like no place he had heard of from any other Outlander, so at least it likely wasn't Helovia or Northhaven. Other than that he couldn't place it. "A chemist? Or alchemist?" he suggested quietly for the profession of the hair-dyer. As for having multiple tattoo shops, that seemed strange to the bard, but it also sounded like they were running into a wall for the day, so he simply nodded. "It sounds like you can remember quite a bit, though. Things might be vague, but there are a lot more clues in what you've said than others with scrambled memories have had. With time and patience if you keep tugging on those threads you might unravel more details." He smiled encouragingly, finishing his cup and setting it aside.
"Is there anything else I can help you with today?"
