OLIVER
The little water motion did cause his eyes to flicker over to the barrel briefly before they soon landed back on Loren. "Give me until LongNight, then we can have another session. Seeing as it is the anniversary of me discovering my magic." It only seemed fair that Loren did another little sparring session with him during the events. Then again, what was Loren going to be doing during LongNight this year? What was LongNight even like in Halo?
With a shake of his head, Oliver sighed. "No, I don't think that'll work... gods. I don't know. I mean, I want to make something, maybe? I am surely not going to be a writer or a general like Deimos. I also am not going to be a healer... but there has to be something for me, right? Is there anything you think of that is in short supply? Maybe- maybe I could even somehow help you or Neron out in Halo." It was wishful thinking, but Oliver wanted something. He wanted to have a title. Everyone else was known for something except for him. People like Amalia and Remi had their place in Caido, but him? For the time being, he seemed to just be wandering, trading whenever he could with whatever he could scrounge up. It was embarrassing, especially seeing as he had been there for such a long time.
The explanation is... suitable. It does line up with the events of LongNight from what he had gathered, but it doesn't explain everything. There was a clear raise of his eyebrow and Oliver leaned forward ever so slightly. "I mean... if you had said anyone other than Sunjata? I'd absolutely believe you... but I just cant believe that Sunjata would suddenly say 'ah yes, burning down this bar has turned me on enough to no longer be straight." And of course, Oliver did his very best impression of Sunjata's accent. It was playful, clearly, and Oliver wasn't taking this too seriously. Shaking his head, the smile dropped and he looked Loren dead in the eyes. "If it did happen, then thank you for being open with me." And if not? Then he was right. For the time being, he'd hide his disbelief and just be happy that Loren had chose to trust him enough to be so honest... if he was honest. Even just joking around was a good sign.
What Loren brought to him was less than what he wanted, but he'd have to work with what he was given. Placing the paper down, Oliver proceeded to rub the charcoal on his finger before pressing down his finger multiple times on the page. "Think of it like this. I just stamped my finger on the page. You can see that I could make multiple ones, right? What if we could do that with books! No longer handwriting, we could make them easier for people to get. Allow for say, people in the Hollowed Grounds to learn properly about Halo. It's also nice since we have a nasty habit of things setting on fire in Caido."
With a shake of his head, Oliver sighed. "No, I don't think that'll work... gods. I don't know. I mean, I want to make something, maybe? I am surely not going to be a writer or a general like Deimos. I also am not going to be a healer... but there has to be something for me, right? Is there anything you think of that is in short supply? Maybe- maybe I could even somehow help you or Neron out in Halo." It was wishful thinking, but Oliver wanted something. He wanted to have a title. Everyone else was known for something except for him. People like Amalia and Remi had their place in Caido, but him? For the time being, he seemed to just be wandering, trading whenever he could with whatever he could scrounge up. It was embarrassing, especially seeing as he had been there for such a long time.
The explanation is... suitable. It does line up with the events of LongNight from what he had gathered, but it doesn't explain everything. There was a clear raise of his eyebrow and Oliver leaned forward ever so slightly. "I mean... if you had said anyone other than Sunjata? I'd absolutely believe you... but I just cant believe that Sunjata would suddenly say 'ah yes, burning down this bar has turned me on enough to no longer be straight." And of course, Oliver did his very best impression of Sunjata's accent. It was playful, clearly, and Oliver wasn't taking this too seriously. Shaking his head, the smile dropped and he looked Loren dead in the eyes. "If it did happen, then thank you for being open with me." And if not? Then he was right. For the time being, he'd hide his disbelief and just be happy that Loren had chose to trust him enough to be so honest... if he was honest. Even just joking around was a good sign.
What Loren brought to him was less than what he wanted, but he'd have to work with what he was given. Placing the paper down, Oliver proceeded to rub the charcoal on his finger before pressing down his finger multiple times on the page. "Think of it like this. I just stamped my finger on the page. You can see that I could make multiple ones, right? What if we could do that with books! No longer handwriting, we could make them easier for people to get. Allow for say, people in the Hollowed Grounds to learn properly about Halo. It's also nice since we have a nasty habit of things setting on fire in Caido."
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
