Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
Harper's grin is part predator and part charm as he clasps hands with Oliver and shakes firmly. "I can be a tough teacher, but if you're up for it then you've got yourself a deal." Harper is a big proponent of having a body be a weapon unto itself. Oliver would probably want to murder him with the physical training Harper would encourage and enforce throughout learning actual hand-to-hand skills. He fondly recalls his kids laying around in lumps on the floor, groaning pathetically and sweating profusely as they cursed his name. Good times. A shake of his head is all he gives when Oliver continues speaking, smiling a quick thanks as he rips the offered bread in half and goes to hand one side back. No sense in taking more than he needs though he appreciates the kindness. "It's not something I'm inclined to linger on. It's one of my personal missions in life to be as sincerely happy as I can. If they don't bother me, I won't bother them." Which is code for: I'm going to eventually put my nose where it doesn't belong and get turned inside out into some weird meat-puppet person by the Gods. But Oliver doesn't need to know that.
After that there are a few more names to recall later, and though he's still blown away by the selfless nature of everyone here, he can't help but be a bit touched by it. "I wish people had been this kind back home. It's still strange to even consider it." But he will, if only to give Oliver a chance to hopefully prove himself right. "Anything else you think I should know, oh wise one?" Because he can't refrain from teasing for very long.
