Jigano nodded at Oliver's reasoning on his last name. He didn't know enough to be able to say either way, but it was certainly plausible and a place to begin. Perhaps he would remember it someday down the road, or perhaps he would take a new surname, either joining an existing Caido family or making his own mark with a trade or feat worth passing down to any offspring he might have.
He shook Oliver's hand with a firm, warm grip, smiling at the younger man's apologies and giving a slight shake of his head. "I hope it helped you to learn a few things about yourself and what you want to do," he said gently. "That's what we're here for. The rest is of no matter." The undrunk tea didn't bother him in the slightest, and after the Blight he had a very different outlook on heated discussions. "Debate is the heart of wrangling new information into a sensible structure. I am not always easy to sway," he admitted wryly "But that doesn't mean I'm always right, even if I sound confident. It's perfectly alright to disagree with me, and you should know that I won't take it personally. Fun or stressful, bring any questions you have to this door and we'll see what answers can be found for them."
He bowed slightly, then escorted Oliver towards the stairs leading back to the main floor of the Atheneum and out of the guild, his smile widening at his young friend's final question. "Absolutely," he assured him. "If you need help, just post a notice to the Board in the Temple or send a note to the Guild, and I'll be there if I can."
And a few days later, when it came time to plant at the Spire, he would be.
{FINISH}
He shook Oliver's hand with a firm, warm grip, smiling at the younger man's apologies and giving a slight shake of his head. "I hope it helped you to learn a few things about yourself and what you want to do," he said gently. "That's what we're here for. The rest is of no matter." The undrunk tea didn't bother him in the slightest, and after the Blight he had a very different outlook on heated discussions. "Debate is the heart of wrangling new information into a sensible structure. I am not always easy to sway," he admitted wryly "But that doesn't mean I'm always right, even if I sound confident. It's perfectly alright to disagree with me, and you should know that I won't take it personally. Fun or stressful, bring any questions you have to this door and we'll see what answers can be found for them."
He bowed slightly, then escorted Oliver towards the stairs leading back to the main floor of the Atheneum and out of the guild, his smile widening at his young friend's final question. "Absolutely," he assured him. "If you need help, just post a notice to the Board in the Temple or send a note to the Guild, and I'll be there if I can."
And a few days later, when it came time to plant at the Spire, he would be.
{FINISH}
