OLIVER
The blonde was absolutely captivated by the story being told. His eyes wide with wonder and mouth moving in response to the little parts of the story. From frowning to smiling to almost gasping, he was absolutely amazed. Noah was simply reciting something from his childhood, but to Oliver, it was something he had never heard nor experienced in his life.
"Damn... that must've been super incredible to see." It was gruesome, yes, but something to learn from. Oliver knew now that animals dying weren't something to shy away from. No longer was he afraid of blood or throwing himself in to take down prey. It wasn't his nature, far from it. To learn from the wolves would absolutely help him, but all he could do was imagine just how the wolves behaved.
A light shrug and Oliver finds himself returning back to normal. No longer is he staring at Noah with wonder, he seems far more relaxed once more. "I am... sorry for your loss." It was a hard thing to hear about and Oliver couldn't even fathom how it must've felt. "Yeah, I'm from the Grounds, came from Ireland- I think- originally." It sounded right and it's what he went with for now.
"I... don't visit here often... but I can help? If you ever need it... I want to make sure everyone is safe or has everything they need." Price wasn't mentioned. Honestly, he wouldn't charge them at all, or if he did it would only be for supplies in exchange. It would be rude to rip that away from people who once had their own blacksmith.
"Damn... that must've been super incredible to see." It was gruesome, yes, but something to learn from. Oliver knew now that animals dying weren't something to shy away from. No longer was he afraid of blood or throwing himself in to take down prey. It wasn't his nature, far from it. To learn from the wolves would absolutely help him, but all he could do was imagine just how the wolves behaved.
A light shrug and Oliver finds himself returning back to normal. No longer is he staring at Noah with wonder, he seems far more relaxed once more. "I am... sorry for your loss." It was a hard thing to hear about and Oliver couldn't even fathom how it must've felt. "Yeah, I'm from the Grounds, came from Ireland- I think- originally." It sounded right and it's what he went with for now.
"I... don't visit here often... but I can help? If you ever need it... I want to make sure everyone is safe or has everything they need." Price wasn't mentioned. Honestly, he wouldn't charge them at all, or if he did it would only be for supplies in exchange. It would be rude to rip that away from people who once had their own blacksmith.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
