"I held a class on that very subject recently," he pointed out mildly. "There was an official notice on the noticeboard for it. Not many came, unfortunately, and most of those were Loreseekers and Naturals who were already familiar with many of the creatures and plants of the area. But there were a few newcomers who benefited from it, I hope. Libbs and Aonghas, at least, and perhaps Tarasha as well." The Provost shrugged lightly, but he was obviously disappointed at the low turnout. "Classes don't do much good if the people they are held for don't attend." He didn't mention that Oliver hadn't come, either, nor had he brought any of those he seemed so eager to think might benefit.
Perhaps because Jigano had not been human until recently, he had a different point of view on who was encroaching on who. It wasn't the landshark's fault that 'civilization' had been built in its territory, after all, and if people chose to take the risks of living there with it, that was on them, not the animals that had been there for centuries.
"Well, my guild can always use bottles and jars for storing specimens," he mused, pleased that Oliver had found something useful. He moved on to another box, opening it only to step back and sneeze as the dust within was stirred by the breeze, but gave no indication as to what it had been in the past. He moved on, smiling wryly at the question. "'Exactly' isn't going to happen unless you can get one of the gods to give you a straight answer - and those are hard to come by," he said with a chuckle, though whether he meant the gods themselves or the information they doled out wasn't clear. Both worked, really. "But it was the war between the Old Gods and the Voice - and the mortals who fought for them. The one that ended with the Voice and her followers being contained in the Barrier for the last three hundred years." A third crate revealed something fragile but lovely, and Jigano admired the play of the lantern light over the delicate sheen even beneath its layer of dust. He closed that crate up again carefully before looking to see what else Oliver had found.
Perhaps because Jigano had not been human until recently, he had a different point of view on who was encroaching on who. It wasn't the landshark's fault that 'civilization' had been built in its territory, after all, and if people chose to take the risks of living there with it, that was on them, not the animals that had been there for centuries.
"Well, my guild can always use bottles and jars for storing specimens," he mused, pleased that Oliver had found something useful. He moved on to another box, opening it only to step back and sneeze as the dust within was stirred by the breeze, but gave no indication as to what it had been in the past. He moved on, smiling wryly at the question. "'Exactly' isn't going to happen unless you can get one of the gods to give you a straight answer - and those are hard to come by," he said with a chuckle, though whether he meant the gods themselves or the information they doled out wasn't clear. Both worked, really. "But it was the war between the Old Gods and the Voice - and the mortals who fought for them. The one that ended with the Voice and her followers being contained in the Barrier for the last three hundred years." A third crate revealed something fragile but lovely, and Jigano admired the play of the lantern light over the delicate sheen even beneath its layer of dust. He closed that crate up again carefully before looking to see what else Oliver had found.
