Harper
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul
"Can't wait to see it," he promises, practically salivating at the idea of real hand-to-hand exercise. He's not an arrogant man, but he's confident in his skills after so many years of intense training. Perhaps he can help Oliver learn a few tricks. Harper waves away the apology with a twist of his hand and a warm, understanding smile. "Thank you, but it's fine. I don't regret living there, and helping the people I did." It was what had led to him taking to the streets at night, protecting the people of his city and helping out away the seemingly endless stream of corrupt individuals. "It wasn't common, but there was magic and monsters alike back home. Thank you for warning me." He doesn't want to bring up the fact that he's used to taking them down. Doesn't want to tempt that line of questioning. There's also so much to consider with how battle here is different, with the prevalence of magic in regular beings.
Harper files away the information, happy to know the littler things that make up Oliver. "Hmmm...blue, of any shade. Close second probably yellow." But favorite dessert? That's a little harder to make a decision on, and he bites his lip as he considers. "Oh man, I have such a sweet tooth that's hard. Probably a chocolate lava cake?" Hot, gooey, sweet, and with cake. A perfect dessert. "Do you have any hobbies aside from taking strays around town?"
