Gideon was an intelligent, learned man, but nowadays the majority of his studies, as they were, came from experience and practice; giving his sermons and seeing firsthand the effects of the Gods and the heretics on the world, teaching those that asked for his advice. His use for books and tomes of history had faded over the years. That said, he was still fond of the Collegium, where he had first begun to learn the theory and legend that put him in his current position.
He had come to try and find one specific book for a member of his congregation who had asked a question on Safrin; he was sure he knew the answer, but he had wanted to come and check, refresh his memory. The volume was somewhere on the upper floors, hidden away in a corner of the Religious section; however as he was about to ascend the stairs he caught sight of Finn from across the hall.
Ever since he had been absent from the meeting and Cian's comment regarding that, Gideon had been curious about Finn. Before he'd really thought about it he was striding across the room, his long legs making it a simple task of only a few strides. "Mr. Rosencrantz!" Gideon greeted, not knowing Finn well enough to use his first name (yet presumably, knowing him well enough to come and be nosy about his business). "How are you? How's the hand?"
He had come to try and find one specific book for a member of his congregation who had asked a question on Safrin; he was sure he knew the answer, but he had wanted to come and check, refresh his memory. The volume was somewhere on the upper floors, hidden away in a corner of the Religious section; however as he was about to ascend the stairs he caught sight of Finn from across the hall.
Ever since he had been absent from the meeting and Cian's comment regarding that, Gideon had been curious about Finn. Before he'd really thought about it he was striding across the room, his long legs making it a simple task of only a few strides. "Mr. Rosencrantz!" Gideon greeted, not knowing Finn well enough to use his first name (yet presumably, knowing him well enough to come and be nosy about his business). "How are you? How's the hand?"
GIDEON
And lord, don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
Give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
