Oliver made sure to closely follow after Remi, not enjoying the idea of falling behind and getting lost. It helped that he had two people near him, making Oliver feel more secured and safe.
As Remi and Sunjata explained guilds, Oliver listened with interest. While the idea of actual monsters living outside sounded down right terrifying, the idea of a guild felt promising. The guilds sounded welcoming, almost a cute little community. Oliver could only hope that he could maybe establish himself in one, liking the idea of remaining safe and sound. Far away from any of the beasts who may be the lurking in the very woods he was now venturing through.
But lets not think about those thoughts. Instead, Oliver wanted to focus on the thing that Sunjata mentioned. Sure, there were other things he wanted more information on, but they weren't exactly pressing. Nor very important. All he knew was that Remi had a husband and said husband got hurt.
On a more important note, the idea of artists did sound intriguing. "Artists? Like what kind?" Obviously, Oliver had perked up a bit, seeming distracted for a brief moment. "Are there things that I could do? Like...I know I am not trained, but I want to be useful here. Like maybe I could go get firewood...or I could run deliveries?" Mostly just to distract himself or make a living, but still. Oliver wanted to do something. Anything.
As Remi and Sunjata explained guilds, Oliver listened with interest. While the idea of actual monsters living outside sounded down right terrifying, the idea of a guild felt promising. The guilds sounded welcoming, almost a cute little community. Oliver could only hope that he could maybe establish himself in one, liking the idea of remaining safe and sound. Far away from any of the beasts who may be the lurking in the very woods he was now venturing through.
But lets not think about those thoughts. Instead, Oliver wanted to focus on the thing that Sunjata mentioned. Sure, there were other things he wanted more information on, but they weren't exactly pressing. Nor very important. All he knew was that Remi had a husband and said husband got hurt.
On a more important note, the idea of artists did sound intriguing. "Artists? Like what kind?" Obviously, Oliver had perked up a bit, seeming distracted for a brief moment. "Are there things that I could do? Like...I know I am not trained, but I want to be useful here. Like maybe I could go get firewood...or I could run deliveries?" Mostly just to distract himself or make a living, but still. Oliver wanted to do something. Anything.
