Jigano had been forced to the realization that the body he had now wasn't his own when he'd first arrived, locked into his human disguise and unable to take his true form. It was one he had grown up hiding and rarely used, but he had always known he could shift back into it if he ever wanted to. On Caido, though, he was human, and it had taken him quite some time to come to terms with that. Perhaps Oliver would adapt faster, since it sounded like he had been human before and was still such... or perhaps he was one of those who hadn't changed. He had said it was a possibility that Oliver was in a new body, since he had magic now, but not that it was a certainty.
"Remi is also an alchemist," the bard suggested helpfully with a small smile for his manticore... friend? "I suspect he can help you with dye if you need it. If not him, then perhaps Evie. She's an apothecary and knows the plants of Caido well. She might know which ones produce dyes of the shades you seek." Jiao probably would, too, but so long as the border between the Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood was closed he wouldn't send Oliver into forbidden territory and Delah's wrath.
"Perhaps you didn't have one," he mused. "There are some who don't. But if you do, it will hopefully come with time as more of your memories return." It was a good sign that some had already come back. He might yet regain all of them someday, even if patience didn't seem to be his strong suit. Some things couldn't be rushed without breaking them, though, and it was a lesson he could only learn for himself, not simply be told by others.
He had some notes to pull together for Fiat Lux, and some blueprints he'd found tucked into an old folio for fair booths from past generations, including one for the Silver Lore. He needed to copy them out in fresh ink and decide what to do for the festival this year to advertise the Guild's continued presence, so while he didn't mean to hurry Oliver on his way, he did still have work to do. "Why don't you take some time to think over what we've talked about today, and you can come back in a few days to ask any more questions you might have thought of? If you're still determined to see Safrin I'll tell you what I know of her, as well." His smile was crooked as he stood to offer the young man his hand in a shake. "It's a biased account, I'm afraid, but I'll try to stick to the facts as I know them. But either way it was good meeting you today. I look forward to seeing you around, Oliver."
"Remi is also an alchemist," the bard suggested helpfully with a small smile for his manticore... friend? "I suspect he can help you with dye if you need it. If not him, then perhaps Evie. She's an apothecary and knows the plants of Caido well. She might know which ones produce dyes of the shades you seek." Jiao probably would, too, but so long as the border between the Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood was closed he wouldn't send Oliver into forbidden territory and Delah's wrath.
"Perhaps you didn't have one," he mused. "There are some who don't. But if you do, it will hopefully come with time as more of your memories return." It was a good sign that some had already come back. He might yet regain all of them someday, even if patience didn't seem to be his strong suit. Some things couldn't be rushed without breaking them, though, and it was a lesson he could only learn for himself, not simply be told by others.
He had some notes to pull together for Fiat Lux, and some blueprints he'd found tucked into an old folio for fair booths from past generations, including one for the Silver Lore. He needed to copy them out in fresh ink and decide what to do for the festival this year to advertise the Guild's continued presence, so while he didn't mean to hurry Oliver on his way, he did still have work to do. "Why don't you take some time to think over what we've talked about today, and you can come back in a few days to ask any more questions you might have thought of? If you're still determined to see Safrin I'll tell you what I know of her, as well." His smile was crooked as he stood to offer the young man his hand in a shake. "It's a biased account, I'm afraid, but I'll try to stick to the facts as I know them. But either way it was good meeting you today. I look forward to seeing you around, Oliver."
