He waited for the inevitable dismissal of the idea, considering ruefully to himself the nature of teenagers and why he never wanted children. Quanil surprised him with their reflective pause, however, and he waited curiously to see which way the wind would blow. He was pleasantly surprised indeed to find the young Seeker accepting his suggestion, and he finished his cup of tea with a slight smile curving his lips. "I can get you paper and writing utensils, then, and you can use the space here if you wish," he offered, nodding back towards the great table where so much of their work was done.
The next offer earned an appreciative chuckle, the first real sound of amusement he had made since the tragedy of the festival. Quanil was proving to be one hell of a distraction, for good or ill, and he nodded again, though he doubted the answer would be what his guest wanted to hear. "First, make sure your parents aren't going to raise torches and pitchforks against the guild, claiming we kidnapped you," he requested, voice dry and gently teasing now that the quest had already been agreed to. "Once you've done that, though... there may be some things, yes." He tilted his head to the side, considering this newest colleague. A farmer, like Maea, with knowledge of agriculture and animal husbandry, but with a solid foundation in reading and writing already... "There are some older texts, journals and family histories and the like, that are becoming dangerously faded, but no one has had time to try and salvage them," he suggested carefully, watching to see how Quanil would react to this idea. "Sam used to do that kind of work, but since he's not been around as much, we've had no one else to really take that over. Having someone who could copy those texts in fresh ink would help a great deal, and you might learn something more about the history of the Hollowed Grounds that we haven't discovered yet while you're at it."
The next offer earned an appreciative chuckle, the first real sound of amusement he had made since the tragedy of the festival. Quanil was proving to be one hell of a distraction, for good or ill, and he nodded again, though he doubted the answer would be what his guest wanted to hear. "First, make sure your parents aren't going to raise torches and pitchforks against the guild, claiming we kidnapped you," he requested, voice dry and gently teasing now that the quest had already been agreed to. "Once you've done that, though... there may be some things, yes." He tilted his head to the side, considering this newest colleague. A farmer, like Maea, with knowledge of agriculture and animal husbandry, but with a solid foundation in reading and writing already... "There are some older texts, journals and family histories and the like, that are becoming dangerously faded, but no one has had time to try and salvage them," he suggested carefully, watching to see how Quanil would react to this idea. "Sam used to do that kind of work, but since he's not been around as much, we've had no one else to really take that over. Having someone who could copy those texts in fresh ink would help a great deal, and you might learn something more about the history of the Hollowed Grounds that we haven't discovered yet while you're at it."
