OLIVER
The blonde made a visible look of disgust at the sound of the name 'Ingrid'. It wasn't hard to figure out who she was seeing as she had such a unique name and had claimed to be a high priestess when they met. Obviously, Oliver didn't have the best experience with this chick and he wasn't going to go into details since the last thing he wanted was to ruin his own mood. "I'll make it a point to go and speak with Zariah, thank you." He made it a point to not even mention the name of the bitch who mocked him and belittled him.
Thank the gods, the subject moved on. Oliver would rather talk about almost anything than that retched, immature brat. "I'm...not completely sure... I'm going to be one of the dancers. You know, the usual. Stripping...lap dances.... that kind of stuff... I think you'd probably recognize all the people who are doing the dancing." He wasn't going to name anyone unless Loren asked. It was a tad bit embarrassing to talk about, but Oliver didn't exactly mind it.
Their topic shifted once more and he almost wished he could speak about Ingrid or Amun or anyone who has made him feel like shit. At least they didn't attempt to murder him. Taking in a deep breath, Oliver tried to slow down his heart that had quickened its pace. It's okay. He was fine. "I... may have hit a guy with a rock... and he chose to try and slash me and stab me.... and drown me..." His voice grew quieter as the tale went on, his eyes no longer looking anywhere towards the direction of Loren. It was embarrassing as can be and he was lucky to be alive to tell the tale.
Oliver wasn't sure what happened between Loren and Remi, but it clearly wasn't good. "Understood." Was it. That's all he could say. He didn't want to force it. Loren was finicky and the last thing he needed was to be yelled at or something. Stay away from the rough topics and everything would be okay.
Grabbing onto his bowl, Oliver got himself a healthy spoonful. The moment it entered his mouth, he let out a content hum, pleased with the warmth and amazing taste it provided. He'd have to thank the chef for preparing such a fantastic meal. "I don't think so, no." He shook his head and got himself a sip of cider before continuing. "I think I just lived in a sea-side town."
Thank the gods, the subject moved on. Oliver would rather talk about almost anything than that retched, immature brat. "I'm...not completely sure... I'm going to be one of the dancers. You know, the usual. Stripping...lap dances.... that kind of stuff... I think you'd probably recognize all the people who are doing the dancing." He wasn't going to name anyone unless Loren asked. It was a tad bit embarrassing to talk about, but Oliver didn't exactly mind it.
Their topic shifted once more and he almost wished he could speak about Ingrid or Amun or anyone who has made him feel like shit. At least they didn't attempt to murder him. Taking in a deep breath, Oliver tried to slow down his heart that had quickened its pace. It's okay. He was fine. "I... may have hit a guy with a rock... and he chose to try and slash me and stab me.... and drown me..." His voice grew quieter as the tale went on, his eyes no longer looking anywhere towards the direction of Loren. It was embarrassing as can be and he was lucky to be alive to tell the tale.
Oliver wasn't sure what happened between Loren and Remi, but it clearly wasn't good. "Understood." Was it. That's all he could say. He didn't want to force it. Loren was finicky and the last thing he needed was to be yelled at or something. Stay away from the rough topics and everything would be okay.
Grabbing onto his bowl, Oliver got himself a healthy spoonful. The moment it entered his mouth, he let out a content hum, pleased with the warmth and amazing taste it provided. He'd have to thank the chef for preparing such a fantastic meal. "I don't think so, no." He shook his head and got himself a sip of cider before continuing. "I think I just lived in a sea-side town."
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
