Koran sat impatiently waiting for the lecture to end. He had a real problem with sitting still and being patient. He was paying very little attention at this point and could be considered as one who had 'given up' on the lecture now. He was far more interested in the people, though their interest in him was a little disconcerting to him. Savos asked him how he got here. Koran assumed he meant the lecture, for that he would readily share with the man. “I saw the carved candles in the window and decided I wanted one...or a few. The owner told me about this lecture and how a real master would be teaching it so I thought I could learn master carving techniques. Perhaps that was an unwise assumption.” He said a little bitterly from the situation at hand. “Then again it is a history of candle making not a carving lesson right?” He said acknowledging his own assumptions might have been horribly mistaken.
Koran knew very little about tattoo art as well, as the man had said he was. Koran was intrigued, art was such a big part of his life in Avanthal. There was always someone painting or sculpting or drawing around the city. He especially loved the ice sculptures that seemed to glow with life. He missed the artistic world Avanthal showed him. “What kind of art is a tattoo?” Koran said inquiring about the mans work in a genuinely interested tone. He barely even heard the lecturer as she mentioned the candles Koran had purchased chimes ago when he was still excited about this lecture.
The long winded woman mentioned the quality and intricate details of the candles. She mentioned she would discuss such artistry in candles 'eventually'. Well eventually couldn't come fast enough for Koran who could almost feel his life force drain as the chimes went by. Maybe that was just a bit too dramatic but still it felt weary to go on with this lecture. He watched as the dark clothed figure went to the long winded woman in participation of some sort of experiment. Maybe it was just the dark clothes or maybe it was the mannerisms and behavior of the man but he didn't trust the man. Maybe it was some sort of vibe he gave off. Koran shrugged, he didn't trust a lot of people and if the man didn't do anything warranting suspicion Koran wouldn't think anything of him. Though what he did think something of was he long winded womans little question experiment. One, he didn't see the point and two he didn't want to answer her questions but he also didn't want to be the only one who didn't do so. She finally landed on Koran after the red head and the dark clothed man answered respectively. “My weakness is impatience.” He said and did not elaborate in the slightest. “My workplace is the wilds and there are no flaws in nature. Everything tends to work together usually unless something interferes.” The last question was simple to answer, “I haven't been here long so I haven't the foggiest clue about the infrastructure of Lhavit.”
He felt the answers to the questions he provided wouldn't lend themselves much to the woman's experiment, whatever the objective was. He wondered about the experiment and what these questions had to do with candles. Koran thought the whole enlightenment reason was a weak one to ask about weaknesses and then tie it back to candles. The lecturer would definitely have to stretch that in order for it to make sense, Koran thought. He decided to concentrate on one of his candles, tracing a single line etching on the candle with his eyes and following it to another line and another line and another line in order to overcome the monotonous boredom.
Koran knew very little about tattoo art as well, as the man had said he was. Koran was intrigued, art was such a big part of his life in Avanthal. There was always someone painting or sculpting or drawing around the city. He especially loved the ice sculptures that seemed to glow with life. He missed the artistic world Avanthal showed him. “What kind of art is a tattoo?” Koran said inquiring about the mans work in a genuinely interested tone. He barely even heard the lecturer as she mentioned the candles Koran had purchased chimes ago when he was still excited about this lecture.
The long winded woman mentioned the quality and intricate details of the candles. She mentioned she would discuss such artistry in candles 'eventually'. Well eventually couldn't come fast enough for Koran who could almost feel his life force drain as the chimes went by. Maybe that was just a bit too dramatic but still it felt weary to go on with this lecture. He watched as the dark clothed figure went to the long winded woman in participation of some sort of experiment. Maybe it was just the dark clothes or maybe it was the mannerisms and behavior of the man but he didn't trust the man. Maybe it was some sort of vibe he gave off. Koran shrugged, he didn't trust a lot of people and if the man didn't do anything warranting suspicion Koran wouldn't think anything of him. Though what he did think something of was he long winded womans little question experiment. One, he didn't see the point and two he didn't want to answer her questions but he also didn't want to be the only one who didn't do so. She finally landed on Koran after the red head and the dark clothed man answered respectively. “My weakness is impatience.” He said and did not elaborate in the slightest. “My workplace is the wilds and there are no flaws in nature. Everything tends to work together usually unless something interferes.” The last question was simple to answer, “I haven't been here long so I haven't the foggiest clue about the infrastructure of Lhavit.”
He felt the answers to the questions he provided wouldn't lend themselves much to the woman's experiment, whatever the objective was. He wondered about the experiment and what these questions had to do with candles. Koran thought the whole enlightenment reason was a weak one to ask about weaknesses and then tie it back to candles. The lecturer would definitely have to stretch that in order for it to make sense, Koran thought. He decided to concentrate on one of his candles, tracing a single line etching on the candle with his eyes and following it to another line and another line and another line in order to overcome the monotonous boredom.