> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton nods, looking slightly overwhelmed. "...I don't know to thank you all. I didn't-I thought I had to go at this alone." "You are not alone," she repeats. Sometimes words need to be over and over again to feel true. "You can thank us by simply keeping that adorable little head of yours up high."

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> Reply to: @Prof. Amanita Virosa (@Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]) > "You don't have to do anything," she answers. "We will be taking care of everything." Well, that's not quite true, she thinks,... Delton nods, looking slightly overwhelmed. "...I don't know to thank you all. I didn't-I thought I had to go at this alone."

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> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton nods, reaching up to rub his eye sleepily. "Sorry, ma'am. I'm a little, out of sorts...Did you decide on what, um, what... "You don't have to do anything," she answers. "We will be taking care of everything." Well, that's not quite true, she thinks, so she rephrases her answer. "What I mean is, you just have to worry about yourself. You won't be alone, of course. Mr. Lockway seems keen on taking you in temporarily. My house in Waterdeep is also an options. I have plenty of friends in town that are very sweet and I trust with my life. So please do not hesitate to let us know if you need anything."

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr, who was thrown at the couch beside Gabriel and thoughtfully looking at the ceiling for some time now, adjusts his postur... "If I was him, the last thing I'd think about is food," Gabriel responds quietly, trying to keep his voice low so as not to be heard in the next room. He's quite self-conscious about the one and only conversation he and the boy had; it didn't end up well. The man just hopes he won't startle the kid even more by showing up here. Having kind and supportive Olifyr by one's side is one thing, and witnessing Gabriel’s moody face is a whole nother story. Hopefully, Amanita will handle things right.

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> Reply to: @Prof. Amanita Virosa (@Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]) > She glances at the clock, slightly surprised at how late it had gotten. "About 4 hours," she answers plainly. "It's almost 10p... Delton nods, reaching up to rub his eye sleepily. "Sorry, ma'am. I'm a little, out of sorts...Did you decide on what, um, what I have to do?" His voice is small.

> Reply to: @Delton Naïlo (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton gives a weak smile, his eyes slightly downcast. "Okay, thank you...Um, how long was I out?" It was the type of sleep wh... She glances at the clock, slightly surprised at how late it had gotten. "About 4 hours," she answers plainly. "It's almost 10pm. We're still in Mr. Lockway's office, by the way." She sits on a small accent chair in the corner of the room. "Your friends left once you fell asleep, so the only people here are me, Mr. Lockway, and his husband."

Olifyr, who was thrown at the couch beside Gabriel and thoughtfully looking at the ceiling for some time now, adjusts his posture when Amanita announces Delton is awake. He wants Amanita to check at Delton first instead of everyone mobbing on him that soon, so he decides to help in other ways. At the center table of the room there is some food [handler not: idk what food lmao], considering they had to eat during the night despite Olifyr's general lack of appetite. He supposes Delton will be hungry, so he separates some dishes and cutlery for the boy to use if he wants. “Let's see if he can eat something,” he mutters to Gabriel.

Delton gives a weak smile, his eyes slightly downcast. "Okay, thank you...Um, how long was I out?" It was the type of sleep where you wake up and don't realize where you are.

With a passive perception of 26, she can hear Delton stirring from the back room. “Oh, seems like he’s awake,” she announces. She takes it upon herself to check on him, her heels muffled by the rugs underneath her feet. (handler note: Oli seems like he’d have multiple rugs in his office yeah??) “Hello, Delton,” she greets softly. “How did you sleep?”

Delton wakes up confused and groggy, sleep in his eyes and his limbs feeling like lead. He looks around and barely remembers where he is, before the events of the last few hours sinks in again. His anxiety immediately spikes again, but he tries to breathe through it, the way his new therapist had instructed. The professors won't let anything happen to me. -# @Pim { Tav: Olifyr } @Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader @Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]

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And with more planning and conversation, the night arrives and goes on...

“See?” he looks at Gabriel. “Don't worry, Gabi, we will survive my brother. You know how good of a warrior he is, I just need to push his rage to the right direction.” Despite the situation, he finds it quite funny how Gabriel seems to be more reluctant to interact with Vaelyr than to face a bunch of enraged and evil druids in their environment.

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She's holding back a laugh at the adorable animosity between Gabe and his brother-in-law. "Well, I could ask," she shrugs. "But none of his other current partners are dragons. They seem to keep to themselves. Understadably so." If you could live for that long, why get involved in every single little thing? "Oli's brother seems like a good ally either way. Having a personal vendetta is an excellent motivator." Vaelyr, huh? If he's in Witherbloom, it's no wonder I don't know him.

Olifyr sighs and crosses his arm. He knows very well Gabriel’s opinions about his brother, but this won’t stop him from trying to establish a relationship with him, nor from giving the elf another chance to make things right. The author is very flexible and usually listens to the other’s opinions before coming up with his own. But in this matter, he’s unwavering. Healing the Howling Echoes is one of his main goals in life, and he won’t give up of his elven family, not when he knows they’re actually trying to change.

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"Oh, I'd never forget," Gabriel grumbles back at the reminder, trying and failing to keep his temper in check. He doesn't want Vaelyr near himself, Olifyr or their house. And the necessity to ask this asshole for help is driving him crazy. But again, the ranger is not unreasonable, so instead of protesting, Gabriel simply allows himself to be a grumpy, old man. As always. "The most valuable addition to our little group will be a fucking dragon. Maybe we should look for another dragon to replace your green leech? Amanita, you said Mathias has other partners? Does he know other dragons who are willing to help?"

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“This ‘prick’ is my brother, I must remind you,” Olifyr states, baffled. But then, with a tired sigh, he adds, “Albeit a handful of a brother, I’m aware of that...” Olifyr and Vaelyr aren’t exactly on speaking terms either. But the elf did send him a Nightal message, so this has to mean something, right? He turns to Amanita, “I believe I never told you that before, and very few people know about it at all. But one of my brothers studies here in Strixhaven. In Witherbloom, to be more precise. His name is Vaelyr, and he used to, well… be a warrior sworn to the druidic leadership that plagued our tribe. And a formidable one at that…” he pauses, a lets out a dejected chuckle. “Let’s just say he didn’t like discovering that they were lying to everyone there for centuries…” Seeing Vaelyr turning against his leaders was one of the proudest moments of Olifyr’s life, even if there are still many hard feelings between the brothers. “I will speak with him in private first. He deserves to know there are shadow druids about. And then, if he wants to join us… I assure he’d be a most valuable addition to our little group.” The bard just needs to think of a message that will call Vaelyr’s attention enough to the point he accepts coming to his office for a chat.

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Of course, Olifyr has to bring up his brother, of all people! "Not this fucking prick..." Gabriel groans, throwing his head back dramatically until it hits the wall with a soft thud. He side-eyes the bard, eyes clearly transmitting the displeasure raised by this suggestion, but says nothing else. Despite how petty and angry the ranger is with Vaelyr, he's not completely unreasonable. The guy is skillful, Gabriel saw him in action. And they need all the help they can get. For a moment, the ranger thinks whether it's possible to stage Vaelyr's demise pretending a wild bear ate him, but then brushes this thought off. Olifyr us going to be sad about this fucker's death. Not worth it. "I swear to god, you want me dead..." Gabriel groans again, a sour pout playing on his lips.

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“Ah, now I can see where your 'He has been teaching here for centuries' comes from,” Olifyr says, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, I wasn't aware he is a dragon. I am still getting acquainted with the faculty.” He ponders for a while at Gabriel's words. “And I understand the appeal of transforming into beasts, I'd just be worried about severely damaging the forest itself, or any innocent beings who live there.” He raises his hands to explain himself, “I mean, I also hail from a forest. It's natural for me to raise these concerns.” And 'Infiltrating druid circles isn't exactly their thing'... perhaps it is time for Olifyr to bring up his other suggestion. And he is sure Gabriel won't like it a bit. “As for the matter of infiltrating druid circles and hailing from forests... I have another possible ally in mind. He's the best wilderness explorer I know, has over a century of experience on druidic circles, and is an extremely capable fighter.” Since he used to be their prodigy warrior before turning against them. He pauses for a bit. “I'm sure he would like to exert revenge against the shadow druids as well. And he's within our reach, being a student of this very same academy...” Olifyr understands involving students in such matters isn't protocol. But he doesn't seem Vaelyr as a simple student, considering his lifespan. He's his older brother, after all.

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Gabriel should've watched his tongue. He can tell the exact moment when his husband gets mad about being coddled, something the ranger knows Olifyr hates. And even though he's not making such comments on purpose, seeing those warm, green eyes turning into two icicles makes the man's heart fill with guilt. It's a rare thing he sees Oli mad, but when it happens- *oh, boy*-, when it happens, even Gabriel feels scared. Not physically afraid of a backlash, but afraid he fucked up too badly this time. But the apology must be doing the thing, because Olifyr graciously lets the situation slip, even though the ranger can tell it still hurt him to hear those words again. Gabriel will have to make it up to him in some way later. Maybe it's time for that massage? Not that they're going to have much time to themselves soon. "I could ask Dreuer, but I'm not sure he'd want to get involved in something as serious as this. And my other acquaintances...they are ordinary people," Gabriel utters thoughtfully after being asked about allies. He's grateful as well for a change of topic. "I'm in contact with my old crew, but they're not working for free. Plus, before asking them for help, we need to gather more information. Infiltrating druid circles isn't exactly their thing." The man shakes his head to Amanita's apology, giving her a tight smile. "It's ok. All of us here are ex-mercenaries. Being neck-deep in shit is our style of life," the man chuckles dryly. He finds Olifyr’s hand and gives it a squeeze back. He cocks a brow at mentioning of Mathias being a dragon. He heard of the man, but met him only once, briefly, at the teacher party. Having an antient dragon as an ally is a big plus. Maybe they don't need many people after all. "Can he turn into an actual dragon? That would be helpful as fuck. Having several beasts in a squad," Gabriel says vaguely.

She has been silently letting the two discuss their plans, their connection to this particular issue being so much closer than her own. A threat to a student’s life is simply a threat. Druids, cultists, whatever. Life has taught her that death is often the most effective, permanent solution. “Sorry we have to meet again under less desirable circumstances, Gabriel,” she sighs. “I hope to put this behind us quickly so that we may return to our peaceful little lives.” For Delton’s sake as well. “As for allies, I’ve already mentioned my partner, Mathias. I don’t think it’s any secret that he is a dragon. If we need more? Well, I’m not Mathias’s only partner, either…” “Oh, and I did hear you mention my home in Waterdeep. While it’s true that it’s unoccupied during the school year, I have plenty of old friends in town that would be happy to watch over Delton on my behalf.”

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Gabriel's concerns about bringing Delton to their home are well justified, but something he says makes Olifyr stop breathing. I can handle myself, but you... Instantly, his body turns even more rigid and his eyes turn pure and stinging cold. He's not stupid. He knows well what Gabriel's next words will be, even when Gabriel himself should also know well how much Olifyr hates being treated as an useless and fragile being. And in front of another friend besides? Overprotectiveness leaves a bad taste in the his mouth, and myriad of bad memories from his former husband in his mind. For someone who's already on the edge with past trauma, having more bad feelings evoked, especially by his husband, is the last thing he needs. Normally he'd just gently educate him and move on. But not now. Olifyr is about to open his mouth to coldly ask his husband to finish his sentence, when Gabriel finally resumes speaking. And to the author's relief, it was an apology. He starts breathing again, the coldness of his demeanor melting as quickly as it arrived. The implication of Gabriel's words still sting and probably would still hurt more, but Olifyr can't afford to hold onto those feelings now. Instead, he nods to accept the apology and mutters seriously yet calmly, “Thank you, dear. I appreciate your concern, but yes, I can handle myself just fine, and I need you to trust me. Please, do not forget it. Especially not now.” He sighs and briefly squeezes Gabriel's hand to assure he’s alright, thankfully clinging to the change of subject. He seriously doesn't want to discuss any of that further. He clasps he hands together as he says, “Yes, all we can do now is to wait.” He looks back and forth between Nita and Gabi, “And while we do that... do any of you have any more suggestions of allies for our cause or places for Delton to stay?” Olifyr does have another ally in mind. That is... hopefully he would be able to call him an ally.

He sees the raised hands, and it makes the man sigh. "It is a gamble," Gabriel grumbles. "Are you ready to fight off a hoard of fanatics in our house? I know it has defense system and protective spells, but..." the ranger drags a hand over his face. "I'm not going to lie, it's risky even for me. And I'd hate if you or Midnight get hurt. I can handle myself, but you..." the man stops abruptly. Your husband tortured people's minds with his magic. Stop underestimating him. "...you can handle yourself just fine as well. Sorry, it's a fucking habit. I worry too much," Gabriel quietly says. He knows Olifyr hates when he does that, framing him as a damsel in distress. The ranger wonders if this overprotectiveness will ever go away. "I shouldn't have doubted you." Then, leaning back on the sofa, the man says, "Right, let's wait until Delton is up and ready to talk. But I'm staying with you until this moment comes. If these fuckers put the message into his room, they have access to academy. Another thing we'd want to investigate."

> Reply to: @Prof. Gabriel Slayer (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > A snort rips out of the ranger's throat as he finds out who is behind those threats. *Family*, of course. With these fucking d... Olifyr nods firmly at Gabriel's words, his eyes also reflecting those dangerous fires that would ravage an entire forest. “Yes, in Neverwinter,” he confirms dejectedly when Gabriel sits down beside him. “The idea of living so close to yet another shadow druid circle doesn't put my mind at ease as well. I very much detest knowing that,” he sighs. “Well, at least this will make it even easier to act, as if I needed another argument at all...” “Anyway. We need to gather a party of trustworthy and capable people to find and defeat the circle. There's much to discuss and it will take us some time to prepare, but before that... we need to talk about our very home,” he looks at Gabriel. “This is a subject we spoke about earlier, when Delton was still awake. But, with his room compromised, the boy needs somewhere to stay while we make all the necessary... *arrangements*. And potentially many places even, since by moving around we would keep his location even more hidden.” “Nita has ofered her home in Waterdeep, but she isn't there during the school year. And I also offered our own home,” he pauses to let that sink in, and then immediately raises his hands to clarify. “It is a gamble, I know, considering we are at Neverwinter. But perhaps unpredictability is our ally here...” He sighs again and lowers his hand. “In the end... we decided to talk to Delton about the options once he awakes. But since our home is on the table, I want to know how you feel about it.”

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A snort rips out of the ranger's throat as he finds out who is behind those threats. *Family*, of course. With these fucking druids, it's always has to be family carrying out the punishment...The man can't help but wonder whether there are any normal druids in this world at all, or all of them just a bunch of wild, blood-thirsty barbarians. These bastards are no better than Bhaal's followers. And Silvanus, he's either a blind fool, or a cruel tyrant to allow his followers perform lynching of innocents under his name. "Guess we're going to make the boy an orphan," Gabriel smirks darkly with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "That archdruid will find out rather sooner than later what it's like to follow the nature's order." He can feel that the room is charged with fury and determination; but even in the moment of blind anger, Gabriel can't help but think of Olifyr. The man knows how deep are the wounds inflicted by the bard's own circle. And even though Gabriel knows better than to ask his husband to stay behind while they handle the task, the man is still worried for the blonde's mental health.Too many times did he wake up at night startled by Olifyr’s screams and cries. If this situation worsen Oli's state, Gabriel will personally skin alive every single druid in that circle. However, the second piece of information snaps him out of his dark thoughts, stunning him into silence for several moment. "In Neverwinter?" Gabriel exclaims, making a quick step towards the bard. His eyes are wide, anxious. "Fuck...that's bad. It's not about the boy anymore, it's..." the ranger drops his voice, glancing at Nita before whispering to Olifyr, "...it's personal. I don't need this rot at my doorstep." Gabriel then takes a seat by his husband, placing a palm on his knee. It's the most he can do right now to support the blonde through this mess. The very thought of how Olifyr must feel finding out that Shadow Druids are neighboring with his home fills Gabriel with rage anew.

> Reply to: @Prof. Gabriel Slayer (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > There's a flash of surprise appearing on Gabriel’s face, which quickly turns into a deep frown upon hearing that Delton is sle... Olifyr looks at Amanita and then back at Gabriel and nods. “You read our minds. We discussed that even if we neutralize the most immediate threats, this won't ever stop unless we take down their very leadership. And this very leadership is... Delton's family. His father is the archdruid of the circle. And this letter was written by his old brother.” Despite the cold and collected tone of his voice, his fists clenched in fury, completely crumpling the note. “We don't know their numbers exactly, since Delton left the circle 13 years ago. But he told us their circle is concealed deep in the... The Neverwinter Woods.” A pause, and a sigh. He has no divination magic, but he knows what Gabriel will think about that.

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There's a flash of surprise appearing on Gabriel’s face, which quickly turns into a deep frown upon hearing that Delton is sleeping in Olifyr’s office right now. What could've happened to that poor lad? Gabriel recalls there was some business with shadow druids and him. Might that be the case...? Hastily taking the letter from the bard's hands, eyes squinting at the expression the blonde is making, the ranger lowers his gaze at the paper sheet and starts to read. It's a short message, but very impactful. Absently, Gabriel’s fingers squeeze the letter firmer, almost crushing it. "What the fuck...?" He asks, trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake up the boy. "Who sent this message? Those fucking druids Delton mentioned before?" The man's gaze darts from one face to another, his jaws clenching in silent fury. "It's always has to be them..." Returning the letter to Olifyr, Gabriel glances at the backtoom door with worry, and then his voice fills with determination, "Do you know anything else about these bastards? Location, size of the circle? I take it, you didn't ask me to join only to show me the letter. You want us to infiltrate them."

> Reply to: @Prof. Gabriel Slayer (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > "Hmm, of course," Gabriel utters slowly. The man is not sure whether to joke or make a flirty comment at Olifyr’s request; there... After the call ends, it only takes a few minutes of waiting until Gabriel arrives there. He probably and understandably walked pretty fast across the campus. “Hi there,” Olifyr says with a timid smile. “Indeed, we need. But we have to give you some context first.” He taps the spot by his side on the couch, inviting Gabriel to sit down, and stretches his arm to handle him the note. “Do you remember Delton? He's sleeping in the backroom here because... this note was found in his bedroom.” The look of disgust came back to Olifyr's face as he held that piece of paper. https://discord.com/channels/1151902831310274651/1301221019125809153/1330274899511611428

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> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > “Hi, Gabi,” Olifyr says. His voice is soft, but more serious than usual. Knowing Gabriel tends to get worried about him, he quic... "Hmm, of course," Gabriel utters slowly. The man is not sure whether to joke or make a flirty comment at Olifyr’s request; there's something in the bard's voice that suggest it's a serious matter. "I'll be at your place shortly." After leaving his office and locking it up, the ranger reaches Olifyr’s place in no time, not even bothering to knock before pushing the door open. However, as he notices Amanita being present in the room, both her and Oli wearing serious expression, Gabriel’s light smile shifts into a frown. "I take it, something happened. You need my help?" The man asks, his gaze moves from the blonde to Nita, and back.

> Reply to: @Prof. Gabriel Slayer (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > When Olifyr calls, Gabriel is sitting in his office, working on some papers. He squints at the display, wondering why the bard i... “Hi, Gabi,” Olifyr says. His voice is soft, but more serious than usual. Knowing Gabriel tends to get worried about him, he quickly clarifies, “Don't worry, I'm fine. But could you come to my office right now? Something has come up.”

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When Olifyr calls, Gabriel is sitting in his office, working on some papers. He squints at the display, wondering why the bard is calling him at such an hour. The shift is almost done, they're going to see each other soon at home. Could it be that something urgent happened? Picking up his phone, the ranger asks immediately, "Olifyr? Did something happen or you just miss me?"

“Alright, then,” Olifyr reaches for his pocket and grabs his phone. “Let me call him here.” As he scrolls through the contact list with his index finger while holding the phone at arm's distance, he wishes he and Amanita were in a better mood to just chatter casually about life. They did have much to catch up upon. Once all of this is over, he thinks a nice and relaxing dinner full of idle conversation will be definitely in order. But for now, duty calls. He squints at his phone when he finds Gabriel's contact, and calls him, bringing the phone to his ear. -# @Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader don't need to rush, I will be offline for some hours now

"Oh, that's fine with me," she replies with a little hand wave. "Gabriel definitely looks like he can handle something like this." She can't help but smile. Olifyr? Gabriel? Mathias? Herself? She almost feels bad for these random little fucked up druids. "Open communication is an important part of a healthy marriage, after all."

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Olifyr immediately nods and agrees. “If you trust him, I trust him. Simple as that.” Centuries of teaching… Olifyr can’t help but wonder what kind of person Amanita’s partner is. “I also have two people in mind for this operation. One of them is Gabriel. He had the same profession as us, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be too comfortable with the thought of living relatively near to a shadow druids’ circle.” And he knows Gabriel enough to know he’d do anything to keep his family safe. “In fact, I think I should call him to discuss this matter here with us. Especially considering I probably won’t get back home too soon, and that this very home is one of the options for us to accommodate Delton in.”

As eager as she might be, she’s not the kind of person who acts on instinct or who acts rashly. Olifyr is right. Just the two of them against an enemy of unknown size is reckless. And killing this rot at the source just makes sense, she thinks, using their own words against them “I’m open to all the help we can get,” she states plainly. “I was actually thinking about letting one of my partners know, or at least asking him for some advice.” Though knowing him, he likely would want to be involved in some way… “He has been teaching here for centuries. I can vouch for him.”

Olifyr slowly nods, determination burning in his eyes. How good they are in the same page. “Good. I want the same. I want them to pay for everything they have done, and end this all so they can never harm anyone again. Never again.” He chuckles sarcastically, “And they even live close to me… Oh, how destiny likes its perverse tricks.” Another deep breath and he smiles, however dejectedly so. “So back to the old times with us, eh? To the verge of planning a most difficult mission.” “And in this matter, I was thinking… it worries me that they’ve found Delton location inside the campus already. It might mean some of them are close. But also… I’m afraid that even if we detect and eliminate the most immediate threats, this won’t stop unless we find their nest. Unless we stop the heart of the beast, so to speak - the circle leadership.” He pauses a while. That means Delton’s *father*. “However, infiltrating a dense forest potentially teeming with beasts and monsters to detect a well concealed and potentially protected grove can be a treacherous task, and we’re uncertain about their numbers. I think… perhaps we should gather a party of trustworthy individuals to aid the cause.” Gabriel certainly would like to join, and he shares the same former career as Amanita and Olifyr. But the author also had another person in mind… someone who tremendously excels in navigating woods, no matter how treacherous they are, better than anyone else Olifyr ever knew. Someone who, like him, has his fair share of shadow druid blood in his hands, even if in the past he used to work with them. But this one… might be a trickier invitation to make. “What are your thoughts about it all, Nita?”

Truthfully, her fingers have been itching this entire time, and seeing Olifyr’s righteous anger only excites her. Unlike Olifyr, there is a part of her that liked the violence, back when she was angry at the world for being dealt the hand she was given. If she were to be really honest, that part of her, however small it is now, still exists. A part that is excited to take a life. Having a good reason to just helps justify that selfish desire. “It does not make sense for the god of nature to want a child dead, so I would be inclined to believe it’s all bullshit, anyways,” she shrugs. And then she answers his question with the same tone of voice. “You see right through me. I’m eager to end the lives of those who would see to end one of our student’s. This school has always been a safe haven, and it shall continue to be as long as I work here, and even long after that.” Thank goodness you decided to take up a position here, Olifyr. You’re such like-minded company.

“Oh, they bloody are…” Olifyr utters. “You bet they are.” His tone is somber, assertive, *certain*. There isn’t the slightest possibility they would let this situation go by without doing anything. He slowly walks to the couch and sits in front of Amanita. His posture is rigid, his teeth are clenched and the green of his eyes seem more like a forest fire. “And I think those fuckers are lying. I don’t believe even for a second that Silvanus said anything, to any extent. It is what they do, using the name of their god to spread their distorted whims. They manipulate, and they influence and they fucking lie. And even if Silvanus did say anything…” he chuckles ironically while angrily gesticulating. “We cannot abide it.” He lets out another dejected laughter before closing his eyes and pressing his nose bridge. “Oh, by the fucking Nine Hells… I still can’t believe this isn’t some sort of disturbing nightmare.” After taking some more deep breaths, he looks at Amanita again. “Thank you for bringing this subject to me. It means a lot, on a very personal level. And now…” he leans in and lowers his voice, speaking seriously. “Am I wrong to assume you’re also with a sudden itch to get out of retirement?” Olifyr doesn’t like violence. He despises his past as a mercenary. But he also learned during his life that there were things worthy getting his hands dirty for. Such as putting an end to the shadow druids, and protecting what he holds dear. He won’t let Delton be another of their victims.

With the students gone, she feels as if she can finally relax. It was so hard for her to remain calm, collected, elegant, graceful, demure… all of the things that she expects people to expect out of her. Olifyr is one of the few she feels she does not need to put on airs for. “I know, Oli,” she replies. “The minute Delton showed me that letter, I knew I had to tell you. I might not know much about druids and their culture, but never will it be okay to me, no matter what bullshit a god tries to peddle, for someone to try and kill one of their own children.” Life is a gift. Having children is a gift. Squandering that gift disgusts her. “But they don’t know who they’re messing with,” she says in a hushed tone. “I believe they’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Thank you, friends,” Olifyr says one last time before closing the door. As the sounds of their steps disappear in the hallway, he turns around and throws his back against the door. He lets out all the air he was holding since that conversation started, and, for the first time, leaves his emotions running freely. His eyes are no longer warm, but filled with rage and disgust. He knows there’s no reason to hold that back from Amanita. “Shadow druids, Nita? Threatening one of our students? *Delton*, a child of the woods as much as they are? Their own child besides?” He remembers the conversation he had with Gabriel about having children of their own, and all the books about parenthood he has been reading. His stomach twists in anger, and his voice is growly, as he lets out all his wild elvish accent speak louder. “How dare they?”

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Aspen nods at each professor and follows Symon out of the room. At least Delton is somewhere safe now, and the professors are much better equipped to deal with his old circle.

He lingers for a moment, worried, still, about Delton’s wellbeing. But Prof’s got it. He trusts Amanita more than he trusts himself. “Look after him, Prof,” he tells his boss with a nod. “And thank you, Mr. Lockway.”

"Aspen, *Symon*," she begins. "Just as Mr. Lockway said, thank you so much for being such supportive friends for Delton. We would not have gotten anywhere with this without your help. And I do apologize for the use of my spell. Anyways... you all take care. We will take everything else from here." She remains seated in Oli's office. Her hands remain in her lap, fingers twitching ever so slightly.

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“It is the very least I can do,” he says, nodding. There’s still much more to be done. He walks to his office door and opens it. “Well, it will be the first time you will be passing through this door,” he chuckles weakly, remembering of how they arrived there. “But not the last I hope. See you soon, saers.”

Mr Lockway has no idea just how good at keeping secrets Aspen is. "That's alright, I can keep it quiet. Um... my girlfriend already knows, but she won't tell anyone." They stand back up and wander to meet Symon, ready to go grab some of Delton's things. "Thank you, Mr Lockway."

Olifyr observes Aspen and Delton, once again relieved the boy has friends he can rely on. This wasn’t always the case for Olifyr in the past, so he understands how this makes all the difference. “He certainly doesn’t deserve it,” Olifyr agrees. “And we will make sure those people keep away from him.” There’s certainty and seriousness in his voice. He means it. He nods at the clarification. “Sure thing, his boyfriend has to know. And I detest asking you to be in this position, but… I also think this information should be kept just between a few trustworthy people. So, if other people ask where he is, well… I think we should be protective of the truth,” Olifyr sighs. He really hates lying, but making Delton’s whereabouts broadly known would make no one favors. “Anyway, I will trust your judgment.” Noticing Delton is asleep, he sighs in relief and walks into the main room again. “Well, he’s asleep. Hopefully when he wakes up we will settle down on a safer place for him to stay. Thank you so much again, Symon and Aspen. Whatever we decided, we will make sure to keep you always updated.”

Delton nods sleepily, immediately burying himself so only blazing red hair can be seen. He's out soon after, the tranquilizer taking its toll.

"Of course." They help Delton lay down on the bed, pulling the covers up to keep him warm. "He's my friend but... he's kind of more like a little brother, y'know? He doesn't at all deserve all the shi- stuff he's had to go through." Kneeling down beside the bed they tap his shoulder. "Me and Symon will go get some of your things and bring them back here, okay? And we'll let Tris know you're alright." Looking back up at Mr Lockway they clarify, "Tris is his boyfriend, he'll be worried about him."

Olifyr gives them room to pass through the door and opens the sofabed, adjusting the cushions comfortably. He then approaches both of them again, arms raised in case they need some assistance. “Yes, you’re doing good job, Delton,” he encourages. “Thank you so much, Aspen.”

Delton is trying to be helpful, but his limbs just aren't cooperating. But he at least tries to shuffle so Aspen isn't carrying his entire weight.

Hopefully Delton will feel okay resting here for now, Mr Lockway is nice and his little sitting room is cosy. "Sure. C'mon Delton." They stand, basically lifting Delton up too so he's leaning against their side, held up by their arm around his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he says sincerely, nodding at them and getting up. He walks to the door of the small backroom and opens it so the others could check it. Like the rest of his room, it is white and adorned with plants, books, musical instruments and wooden furniture. A green and white sofabed and a writing table with some opened journals are also there. It is the sort of cozy space Olifyr needs when he wants to feel more comfortable and isolated for his creative process. “Here… this is the place,” he says and looks at the others again. “If it is alright, could you help walking Delton here, please, saers?” More than before, it does seem the boy needs some assistance to move.

“We do have a lot to discuss,” she replies somberly. “I’ll be sticking around for a bit, anyways.”

Symon looks at Aspen, then nods. “It’s the least I could do to help. We’ll get it done.” Hells, he wishes there was more he could do.

“Yes, moving around makes much sense as an option, too…” he agrees, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Gods, this is not being an easy decision to make. He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs heavily, as if a bomb waiting to explode. He’s been concealing a lot of emotions, after all. He suggests, “Alright, there’s much at stake here, but we have to start from somewhere. We all agree that Delton cannot stay on his room, but it seems we won’t be able to find a definitive solution as of now without some more talking.” “The invitation to my house remains open, but while we digest the situation, I’d suggest for him to spend this night here at my office. It has a backroom with a resting spot, which is comfortable enough,” he points at a door with his head. “And of course, he won’t be alone. Besides, another benefit of this approach is for us to see how he will react once the spell wears off. He seems in dire need of a rest right now.” Olifyr looks at Aspen and Symon. “Also, I believe we will need your valuable help to retrieve some of his belongings from the dormitories. Just the basic to spend a few days out, but not enough to make it seem he left his room for good. Do you think it is doable?” Then, at Amanita. “And my friend, I believe we also have to talk the next steps as… *colleagues*. Once Delton is resting, I mean.” We need to act. And there are possibly more people who we could mobilize. But this can’t happen while we aren’t alone. He sighs again, thoughtfully. “How does all of this sounds?”

“Perhaps he could move between locations, so that he is not in one place that would make him easier to find,” she suggests. But any choice will have its disadvantages. “… but I know that constant moving around adds its own stressors. Sometimes we have to weigh our pros and cons. Safety is always the number one goal, after all.”

Delton blinks. He wasn't quite dosing but he can tell he's not really able to handle making that decision right now. Or maybe he'd rather have the adults handle it. "I don't think...my head should be so fuzzy when I make that decision..." He leans into the hug, "Didn't think I'd get this far. Hard to plan when you think you gotta die to appease a god..."

They're not sure if being in Neverwinter is a good idea, but if Mr Lockway says it's safe they do believe him. As long as Delton is okay with being in Neverwinter again... "What d'you think, Delton?"

He nods, processing everything. He's curious about Amanita's contact, and thinks it will probably be necessary getting more staff members involved for the... next steps. But perhaps this is a conversation best to be had not in front of the students. “I understand that keeping him in Strixhaven is the most familiar option, but I worry about the other students' safety in this case...” he ponders out loud, open to have his opinion changed. “And I confess I believe I still don't know your grandmother, Symon,” he answers, wondering what she teaches. “But we could perhaps assess this possibility as well.” “Or else... another possibility is my own house. My husband and I have a teleportation artifact that connects us with there. It is an... extremely safeguarded place.” As would be the home of a slightly famous person and secretly a vessel of a divine power, a Bhaalspawn who used to be tormented by a wicked god, and the two of them being former mercenaries besides. They spared no expenses to keep the place secure, and even so they would certainly be able to put up a good fight should something unexpected happen. He taps his fingers on his lap, thoughtful. “However... it is in the outskirts of Neverwinter.” And the circle being there makes him personally nervous and irritated. “It would bring Delton closer to the circle of snow. But perhaps... we could use it to our advantage. It is an unpredictable move, at the very least. And it is big enough to shelter more people, if that's the case.”

”I have a single, but it’s not exactly spacious,” Symon chimes in. “But my sister’s suite is more spacious. And there’s my Gran’s flat,” he muses. “There’s a guest room and everything. I think Delton’s in one of her classes, though.” Perceived conflicts of interest… don’t weigh particularly heavily to him right now.

They hold Delton around his shoulders, giving him a sideways hug. -# "You did great Delton." A quiet whisper to him, before their attention turns back to Mr Lockway and Professor Virosa. "I have a room that has a small sitting area, but the only place to sleep is on sofas... I wouldn't want his pain to be made worse by sleeping on a sofa instead of a bed."

“Honestly? I can’t think of the last time something like this has even happened to one of our students, and I’ve been teaching here for two decades now.” She pulls her phone are and starts to tap on it absentmindedly with her long nails. “I certainly know of someone I can ask, though. Either way, I do know student safety is a top priority of ours, and any of our actions that support that can be easily explained to the headmaster.” But if she asked who she’s thinking of asking, well… that’s one more person that will need to know about Delton’s situation. “But I agree that it’s for the best Delton pause his studies while we figure all of this out. He needs the rest. I’d offer up my place for him, but I stay in the teacher’s housing during the school year. My house in Waterdeep is an option, but he would be alone…”

So Delton's family are the leaders, and the ones who effectively tried and are still trying to murder him in the name of a lie. That's a lot to process. This boy must have gone through so much in his life. Olifyr's heart tightens for him, and he feels even more enraged. It isn't because the author made amends with his family - or at least part of them - that he believes blood relationships meant that they were actually *family*. And in this case... he sees no affection to be found. He sighs. Perhaps... there really was no peaceful way to solve this situation. He at least hoped they could minimize the damage. “Very well, that's enough, Delton,” he says soothingly, noticing Delton is beyond tired of speaking. “Thank you so much for speaking up. Again, you're very brave. You're under our protection now, and you can rest assured we will treat this matter with utmost urgency.” Olifyr turns to Aspen, Symon and mainly Amanita, “Amanita, my friend, does Strixhaven have any protocols regarding students who are at life-threatening situations? Delton's location and even his room have been compromised, and their aggressors might be close if they know where he lives. I'm not sure his student activities should continue as of regular now.” His cogs are turning... he and Gabriel could perhaps take Delton under their protection in their house. But it is in Neverwinter, where the circle is. However... this could be a good thing, and unpredictable enough so no one would think of it? Still... he wants to know if there are any other possibilities in the table before proposing it.

Delton nods slowly. "My father's the Archdruid. Mother's pretty high ranking, I think bu' she's young. Father's second wife?" He hasn't really processed what it means to have to handle this. Not well, at least. He just wants it to stop. "My three oldest brothers helped try to kill me. I don't-I don't know if they can be convinced otherwise." But, maybe... "The twins might believe you. Only two years older. Don't know if they had more..." He's ignoring the implications of the lies right now. He's too out of it to try and process living a lie for his entire life. Later, with his therapist, he could. Not now. "Don't want anyone else to get hurt. Scared they'll hurt more than me."

He takes a deep breath. “You mentioned your brother is the one who wrote the note, then this only leads me to believe you have more relatives there. Am I correct? In any case, a threat like this is not something we can overlook as professors and friends no matter where it comes from. Then, we need to investigate and potentially act upon it. Is that... alright for you?” Olifyr has killed shadow druids before. He could do it again. To make things right, he would to do it again, even if he's retired from his mercenary life long before. Hells, he even wanted to kill the druidic leadership of the Echoes over and over again if he could. But he also believes in redemption. Vaelyr was one of the people indoctrinated by that cult, the warrior assigned to execute him in the day of his judgement. But Olifyr was able to convince him, his family and the other tribesmen of who the true enemy was. And now, his brother is around there, studying at Strixhaven. Perhaps those kids in front of him know him. Perhaps they're even friends. To him, establishing the line between who is redeemable and who isn't is important. To him, Delton understanding some drastic measures might have to be taken against his own family is also important. It is just a tad bit difficult navigating these morality questions at depth right now, with him at this state. -# Sorry for the wall of text

Delton is just so tired, but Aspen moving him more upright helps a little bit. He's getting a headache. "Um, the Circle of Snow in the Neverwinter Wood. Relatively deep in the forest. Big? I left when I was thirteen so I don't really know. My scale might be off. Only druids really. Didn't like me because I had no druidic talent. Want to kill me. Says Silvanus demands it." He sighs, "I didn't want a town flooded, that's why Silvanus claimed me as rot-why they claimed me as rot. Think they want to destroy anything 'unnatural'." Towns, machines, any evidence of civilization he supposes. He sinks a bit further into the couch.

Worried about how out of it Delton is, Aspen sits them both up a little straighter, still allowing him to lean against their shoulder but in a more alert position. "You can do this Delton, you got it."

Olifyr knows some pictures from his lecture were published on social media, and this makes his blood boils more. If there’s even the slightest chance he is the reason why Delton was found, he feels all the more responsible to see through this entire situation until its end. Furthermore, the fact they could even pinpoint Delton’s room is beyond worrisome. Some of them have to be close. He needs to check with Amanita the Strixhaven protocols regarding student protection. “I see,” he sighs and nods, still keeping the calm face and pushing all the turmoil of emotions he was feeling for later. He leans in a bit. “What can you share about your circle, Delton? For example, where it is and how big is it? Are there only druids there, or other villagers too? Is it common for them to reach beyond the woods? Do you know their goal? I’m really sorry… I don’t want to push you too hard, but within your limits, any and all information you share will help us to help you.”

Delton shrugs, "I probably ended up on one of the public socials of the university. Could of found me there. Hair is super recognizable." He has fire red hair. He probably should have dyed it, but he also didn't think this would happen. "Found the note on my pillow."

Honestly, the way Delton answered his question is a bit unsettling, and a stark contrast to Olifyr's own feelings. He knows sometimes a spell usage to calm one's feelings is unavoidable... even when he also knows Delton will probably need all the support once Amanita releases it. “He mentioned it's been 7 years since you escaped. Do we have any idea how they've come to know your location now?” Do they have eyes around? Could they already be infiltrated in the academy? How close are they?

Delton nods, " 's my brother's handwriting. Couldn't kill me the first time, so they came back." He's just so sleepy. He'd already been exhausted but this is the third time he has talked about this today. That, plus the spell, makes him just want to curl up and pass out.

“Thank you,” Olifyr takes the note and starts reading it. https://discord.com/channels/1151902831310274651/1301221019125809153/1330274899511611428 Immediately, he realizes it is written in druidic. There’s a translation to common written in a different handwriting right below it, but well… he doesn’t need it. And word after word, the author feels his blood boiling more and more. The shadow druids. His mind goes back to his homeland. To the isolation, the punishments, the fear, the pain, the accusations, and how the druidic leadership riled up the entire tribe against him over and over. Monster, abomination, evil, bad omen, you don't belong here. Until, eventually, things escalated to the point they commanded his execution... by the hands of his own brother. But because of fate, luck and his mother's mercy, Olifyr managed to escape, running away from the forest and into a 50 years long exile. Not even a decade ago, he had to go back there for other reasons... and his return also resulted in the end of the shadow druids' tyranny. However, even if the tribe is rebuilding, not every scar heals easily. And reading that note feels like having all of his wounds opened, all over again. And how it enrages him. He folds the note and maintains a neutral expression, despite his boiling blood, the painful memories flood, and the knot on his throat. With a deliberate calm voice, he addresses Delton, “I see. Am I correct to assume this comes from the druids of your homeland?” Olifyr never really told Delton directly that he suspected the shadow druids were also part of the boy's troubles. But this seems not the time for beating around the bush.

"Oh, right." She fishes the neatly-folded note out of her pocket, handing it to Olifyr as if it were a bomb. Well, it's more like a spark, and Olifyr is the bomb. There's a good metaphor in there somewhere...

“Pleasure to meet you, Aspen and Symon. I am glad both of you are here,” he nods. The name Aspen rings a bell, and Olifyr looks at the tiefling, smiling. “So that's why you look familiar, I remember you from the drag show. Yours was a most brilliant performance, I must say.” He places both hands over his own lap, “But I suppose this is a conversation best saved for better circumstances...” With Delton's explanation, Olifyr looks back at him and says soothingly, “Sure thing, Delton. I'm here to help you.” He then looks back and forth between him and Amanita, curiosity evident in his eyes, “Note? What note would that be?”

Delton's eyes look at Mr. Olifyr but they're quite vacant. "Ms. Virosa wanted me to talk to you. Says you might understand my problem better." He tilts his head, "But I think she still has the note. That's a place to start, I think." Then his head lolls back onto Aspen's shoulder. How much longer does this spell last, again? His head feels so heavy.

”Symon,” he says at Mr Lockway’s inquiry. “Delton called me and asked me to be here. I work with Prof- uh, Professor Virosa, I’ve helped Delton out with his piano skills a couple times.” Nice way of saying “I found him pouring his wounded soul onto the keys of a piano and took him to my Gran for tea and biscuits and a psych referral.”

Their eyes flick to Olifyr, surprised to be spoken to at all. "I'm Aspen, I'm just here as support. Found Delton basically having a panic attack in the library, so I'm looking after him while we get this sorted. Nice to meet you, Mr Lockway despite circumstances, heh."

She takes a seat, silent for once in her life. However, that doesn't mean he face isn't full of fondness at the sight of Delton and his friends, pillars of support on either side. Amanita can't say for sure what Delton's life might have been like before coming to Strix. Maybe he felt scared and alone as his world made him feel as if he should be dead. Well, no longer does he need to feel alone. And hopefully soon, he won't need to feel scared, either. So she sits, crossing her legs and simply observing.

Olifyr looks meaningfully at Amanita, gesturing at an armchair with his head to invite her to sit down too. Then, he approaches the group and sits down at the other armchair, saying calmly and still keeping a gentle smile, “Hello, Delton.” He could say ‘It’s great seeing you again’, but he’s afraid this is not the sort of situation where he wanted to see Delton again. “So I can see. And they look like wonderful friends, at that.” His eyes now focus on said friends, both of them who seem worried and intent on supporting Delton on whatever is going on. Judging by their expressions, the matter is serious, and Olifyr’s heart tightens again. He says, “Thank you for accompanying him here. May I ask your names, saers?”

Symon shoots Aspen a grateful look as he squeezes Delton’s hand. He might not know them very well, but he’s still grateful for Delton having another person he feels safe around here.

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Delton's heavily leaning on Aspen at this point, a little unsteady on his feet. He's absolutely tranquil, a loopy calm that is probably more disconcerting to see than anything else. He reaches his hand out for Symon as they settle on the couch, wanting both men close. They're some of the few people who's ever made him feel safe. "Hi, Mr. Olifyr. I brought friends, this time..." He's just so lose. Where did all of his anxieties go? He hopes them coming back won't be Hellish.

They'd not actually met Olifyr yet, it was a little strange to be meeting the author of one of their favourite fiction series like... this. They're thankful they don't get quite so starstruck as they've seen many others get, because they have a job to do - keep Delton upright. "No, thank you." Much more important is guiding Delton to the couch he gestured at. "C'mon..." They sit close to him much the same as they had been in Ms Virosa's office, tail wrapped securely around his waist and their arm clutched in his hands, letting him continue leaning on them.

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"I'm fine, thank you," Symon answers automatically, 90% of his focus on Delton clinging to Aspen's arm. The Calm Emotions was hitting him hard, and they weren't done yet. Sure, Virosa could give him an antidote when they were, but was that helping or causing more harm?

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“Oh, by the Gods!” Olifyr jumps where he is, bringing a hand to his chest and dropping a book to the ground. When Amanita mentioned they would come over, he wasn’t expecting they would simply teleport inside his office. He wonders if this is a Strixhaven custom he’s not acquainted with. He leans down to get the fallen book and place it over a nearby table before approaching the group with open arms and a pleasant smile. “Why, forgive me! This isn’t quite what I was expecting, but I suppose this is as much a type of ‘come over’ as any other.” His smile recedes a bit when he notices Delton’s situation and understands he might be under the effect of some tranquilizer - and most likely a spell [Passive Insight 22]. It makes sense, considering Amanita is with them. Once again, he wonders what is happening. Well… just one way to discover. He gestures towards the couch and armchairs at the space, and keeps the gentle smile up despite the circumstances, “Please, be very welcome and make yourselves comfortable. Do you wish some water, biscuits or other refreshments?”

Four people suddenly appear inside of Oli’s office, right by the door. A faint blue, glowing light surrounds everyone before it slowly dissipates. Well, she had hoped they’d appear outside of the door, but at least she called him before just appearing out of nowhere into his office. “Whew… that’s always weird. Everyone alright, present, and accounted for?”

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> Reply to: @Prof. Amanita Virosa (@Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]) > “Oh, thank you Olifyr,” she sighs. “Thank you so much. We will really have to catch up later under better circumstances. See yo... "It's my pleasure to help. See you soon, Amanita," Olifyr smiles despite the circumstances and hangs up the phone. He brushes both hands against his cheeks, trying to process it all. “Fucking hells...” he murmurs to himself. Despite his increasing concern, the author keeps himself calm by pacing around the office and organizing what's left. Soon enough, he would know the reason for all of that. And he's definitely bracing himself for receiving less-than-savory news and most likely revisiting less-than-savory memories.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr walks around his new office, happily adjusting the last details. He has no divination powers, but it makes him incredibly... “Oh, thank you Olifyr,” she sighs. “Thank you so much. We will really have to catch up later under better circumstances. See you soon, dear.”

> Reply to: @Prof. Amanita Virosa (@Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]) > “Oh, that is so exciting, Olifyr! I must come over soon and see it! Congratulations on becoming a permanent member of staff b... The mention of Delton and the change of tone makes Olifyr stop on his tracks. He feels his heart tightening, and it just gets worse as Amanita mentions some problem that the author would be able to give some insight on. Knowing their common backstory, Olifyr definitely doesn’t like the possible implications of that. But even if his heart and mind are racing with possibilities, he knew it was no use. All he could do is listening to the story and then discovering the implications of it by himself. “Yes, Delton… of course I remember him,” he answers, his voice calm and yet more serious. “And please, do come over, all of you. I don’t have any immediate plans, so I can give this matter my utmost attention right now.”

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr walks around his new office, happily adjusting the last details. He has no divination powers, but it makes him incredibly... “Oh, that is so exciting, Olifyr! I must come over soon and see it! Congratulations on becoming a permanent member of staff by the way. I bet the students are all fighting over getting to attend your classes!” She almost gets swept up in the conversation, but the three people in her office looking somber remind her she had a reason to call in the first place. Sorry the first time I call you in a while is to ask for another favor. I need to work on that. “Hey, do you remember Delton?” she asks, her tone much more serious. “That boy I sent to come talk with you? Red hair and freckles? He… well. He has something else to speak with you about that’s very important. Would you too terribly mind if I sent him over again? With some of his friends?” Her sigh is one she doesn’t bother to hide. “There’s a problem I think you would be able to… offer some insight on. I don’t want to say too much, because I don’t want to speak for him. You don’t have any immediate plans, do you?”

> Reply to: @Notification (@Steffi 🍄 [Tavs:Mushroom Mob]) > Phone call from: Amanita Virosa... -# @Pim { Tav: Olifyr } Olifyr walks around his new office, happily adjusting the last details. He has no divination powers, but it makes him incredibly satisfied seeing that everything there turned out to be extremely similar with what he had envisioned and showed Delton some time ago, after his guest lecture. His phone starts ringing and vibrating inside his pocket as he's cleaning a book and carefully organizing it in the bookshelf. Looking at it, the author beams when he sees it is Amanita. Surely she just wants to chat with him about they now being colleagues again! He picks up the call, “Amanita, my friend! How delighted I am to hear from you! I was just here finishing to organize my new office.”

Phone call from: Amanita Virosa... -# @Pim { Tav: Olifyr }

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > “I am truly happy to hear it, Delton,” Olifyr says pleasantly. “I thoroughly appreciate it that you appreciate it!” “Besides, n... He smiles brightly, "That sounds good to me Mr. L-Mr. Olifyr. I hope you enjoy your cupcakes!" He gets up to head out of the room.

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> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton's cheeks flush. He's not used to adults sincerely liking him. Or at least expressing that they do. He quickly puts th... “I am truly happy to hear it, Delton,” Olifyr says pleasantly. “I thoroughly appreciate it that you appreciate it!” “Besides, now beyond Mr. Lockway, you also know Olifyr,” he slightly bows, as if introducing himself anew. “So you’re more than welcome to call me like that as well, if you wish,” he smiles sheepishly. “There’s no need for formalities between us.” Finally, the author stands up and says, smiling radiantly, “So, shall we go? Unfortunately responsibility calls and I still have to give word to the Silverquill department, besides some other businesses to attend to before evening. Otherwise, I could spend hours chattering,” he chuckles.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Catching Delton’s wonder, Olifyr relaxes more. “Yes, it was incredibly overwhelming. Especially because I couldn’t control it, s... Delton's cheeks flush. He's not used to adults sincerely liking him. Or at least expressing that they do. He quickly puts the contact info away, carefully storing it where it won't get lost or crinkled. For a moment, he considers asking about the shadow druids that plagued Mr. Lockway's circle, about he's not afraid all the time. But the words won't come out. Not yet. So instead, he says, "Thank you. You don't know how much all of this means to me, Mr. Lockway. I just...appreciate it more than I can say."

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Catching Delton’s wonder, Olifyr relaxes more. “Yes, it was incredibly overwhelming. Especially because I couldn’t control it, so I was constantly lost between the boundaries of fantasy and reality. This without mentioning all the sensorial overstimulation… And the times I accidentally trapped people in fantasies,” he chuckles sheepishly. Or even killed them. “But I’m in control now. And this boundless imagination that once was my torment is now serving well the purpose of writing stories and weaving universes. And that’s why you’re here now.” He closes his purple eyes and the mind illusion is gone, with both of them being back in that bare room. Now, his eyes were green again as he says warmly, “Thank you for indulging me, Delton. I haven’t shown this ability to many people, but I suppose our conversation about imagination inspired me. And what can I say… I liked meeting you, and our entire conversation.” He reaches for his journal and writes his contact information on it [he probably should have a business card at this point, but he likes to tailor each dedication], also doodling the main character for one of his psychological horror books. “Alas, I’m afraid our time together is coming to an end...” he mutters while at it. Then, he rips the page out and offers it to Delton. “At least for now, I hope! With this, you can reach out to me directly. I’d love to hear more from you, so I’m always available if you want to chat again, or if you need any help or guidance about something.” Olifyr looks at Delton meaningfully. It is clear he means about their shared past. He knows about shadow druids, and he wants so badly to help this boy to finally feel free from their clutches. “So don’t hesitate to send word whenever you want, alright?” “But while the next time we meet is still to come, is there anything else I can help you with right now?” he smiles.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Even the smells touched their nostrils. When he finishes composing that fantasy of the decorated room, he sighs and smiles. “I q... Delton just watches in awe as the picture falls into place, physically feeling the changes happen. He starts to sink into the suddenly much more plush couch and can feel the son on his skin. "This is amazing," his eyes are wide and his voice is filled with wonder, "I've never seen such magic be used - not even close." He turns, "I can-I can imagine it could be overwhelming, though. Especially to a child." He was gifted the status of Chosen early too. That responsibility weighs on him heavily.

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Even the smells touched their nostrils. When he finishes composing that fantasy of the decorated room, he sighs and smiles. “I quite liked that... and you, what do you think?” Despite his words, it is clear he isn't talking only about the room. Olifyr looks at Delton, smiling warmly. When he channels the Metatext, he looks ethereal. Almost *divine*. “This is how vivid my imagination is. This is who I am, Delton. Or at least another of the many parts of me. Dreamweaver, they call me,” he laughs sheepishly, but then reduces his voice to a mumble. “By Oghma, I hate this title...” “But this is how important fantasy is to me. It is, quite literally, a great part of who I am, and it accompanied my entire life - since I was bestowed with his magic when I was a child. At first, this power of shaping reality through fantasy felt more like a curse... it was the cause of my exile, a source of pain, and the reason for many losses. For long, I tried to run from it, even when I still used it to indulge in my own fantasies as a way to run away from reality. But now... let's say I embraced it. It is a great way to picture home decor, I'd say,” he jests.

Olifyr smiles more when Delton accepts his offer, and looks around the room. “You know, as we are here having this wonderful conversation, an idle part of my brain kept constantly paying attention to this room. Such a good space, and in such a prime spot of the Silverquill campus. Then, I was imagining… if I were a professor and this room were mine, how would it look like?” He looks at Delton again, “Let me show you what I’ve pictured.” Closing his eyes for an instant, Olifyr focuses in channeling the Metatext, like he did in the lecture. Million voices whispering an infinite amount of words invade his ears and, when he opens his eyes again, they are shining lilac. Now, the power of words is his to command. “First, the floor would be wooden,” his voice resonates with magic and shapes reality as he speaks, and the room floor changes from white to wooden. “I would have a table right at that corner, the home for the typing machine my husband gave me for Nightal. This cozy writing corner would also have a comfortable green chair and it would be decorated with... how about vinyl records?” as he speaks, they appear decorating the walls, following his imagination. “Following this corner, there comes a large bookshelf, with many and many more books. Right in front of we are now. This seems fantastic, no? Oh, and this very couch would be green, and more comfortable,” his voice is even able to transmit sensations, and the couch feels indeed more comfortable. “And besides it, I would have a couple of armchairs, and a rug beneath them all. That other corner would be an ode to my musician side, with a vinyl player and a small collection of instruments in display - with the lyre having the most honorable spot.” “The window would be always open, so the sun shines brightly in every corner,” the room seems to become more illuminated. “And the plants, they would be everywhere. This room would always be airy, and smell wooden and fresh - and of tea, of course,” he chuckles.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > "Of course that makes sense, Delton,” Olifyr agrees. "And you're right, imagination is fascinatingly interesting… I will never t... He shrugs, a sheepish smile on his face. "I don't think I'm protecting myself from the stimuli - it's more I just don't think that way? I think in words more than pictures." "I think it's fascinating that people's thinking is even so unique. Some people can visualize anything at all!" At the professor’s offer, Delton tilts his head, "Sure, I think. You've piqued my interest with that, at least." He smiles.

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton giggles. "Oh, I know I'm a tad bit unusual for liking math so much. But, it's a puzzle to me. I don't think most people s... "Of course that makes sense, Delton,” Olifyr agrees. "And you're right, imagination is fascinatingly interesting… I will never tire of the power of words, and of how the very same ones can cause such a different impact on different people." “Besides, it completely makes sense you protecting yourself from so much sensory stimuli. I’ve tried to run from it most of my life, but well… I’ve come to realize that’s just how my brain operates,” he laughs. “It is hyperactive, noisy, and full of images. A total chaos! But I’ve grown used to it, and learned to use it for my benefit...” He ponders for a while, scanning that empty room. Then, he looks at Delton, smiling. “Can I share something with you? I promise it is harmless, and I think it will give you a better glimpse of what I’m talking about, and of my story. Or of the man behind the author, so to speak.”

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > “Math and medicine? How very interesting! I confess complicated numbers scare me more than any horror story,” Olifyr laughs, sup... Delton giggles. "Oh, I know I'm a tad bit unusual for liking math so much. But, it's a puzzle to me. I don't think most people see it like that." "Immagination is such an interesting thing. When I read, I have to really focus to conjure up visions in my head but, instead, I can hear the words. My inner voice turns into whatever that character would sound like. It's why I don't like audio books too much - it feels like they always get the voice wrong." Wrong of course being entirely subjective. Wrong to him might be better. "It's almost like...being read to, but entirely internal. It makes picking up clues a little easier, I think. Because I don't have to search through sensory stimulai so much." He ducks his head, a little embarassed. "I'm not sure any of that makes sense."

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton laughs a little at that. "I love puzzles. It's why I like math and medicine. Everything's a puzzle. And you are very good... “Math and medicine? How very interesting! I confess complicated numbers scare me more than any horror story,” Olifyr laughs, super delighted that Delton seems more at ease. “And even when I read plenty about biology, I’m far from being knowledgeable about medicine. But I like your perspective, my friend… I do like it.” Perhaps if he treats it like a puzzle, filling his tax reports wouldn’t been so terribly cumbersome. “And if you like math, I’m sure you’re strong enough for horror,” he jokes. “But I merely jest, of course. I’m aware it is a fascinating subject regardless of my experiences.” “And thank you,” he says, smiling sheepishly again. “Let’s just say that I… can get really, really immersed in a story as I write. I can visualize and feel everything vividly as if I were a part of it. My imagination is quite… very extremely vivid. And I think it helps me considerably.” Despite the roundabout words, Olifyr is being entirely truthful. Due to his connection to the Metatext, he can create illusions of fantastic universes, as vividly as reality. Thankfully his mind just didn’t get stuck there as much anymore…

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > “Oh, I see!” Olifyr beams. “That’s a delightful choice! I’m always a fan of leaving clues, like pieces of a puzzle that connect ... Delton laughs a little at that. "I love puzzles. It's why I like math and medicine. Everything's a puzzle. And you are very good at laying out the pieces." He blushes a little at that. "Most people think I'm too...fragile for horror. Or at least they sure act like it." Like he's somehow hurt by everything. He hates it. "And I love the range. You're very good at getting into characters' heads and I think that really shines in your horrors." He seems to relax a little as he talks. The attention has turned away from him, which is nice. Books are easy to talk about.

> Reply to: @Delton Naïlo (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton flushes a little, ducking his head. "I actually like your psychological horror the most. It makes me think, be at the e... “Oh, I see!” Olifyr beams. “That’s a delightful choice! I’m always a fan of leaving clues, like pieces of a puzzle that connect little by little as the story flows, until the full picture reveals itself. I think it is the explorer in me speaking, since solving puzzles in ancient ruins was a great source of joy for me.” He laughs. He always had this adventurer drive of meeting the world and all of its corners. “As for the horror, it was also a favorite genre of mine when I was young! Nobody quite believed me when I said so. I wonder if that’s the same for you…” he suggests, smiling. “But I always found fascinating how hooked they kept me, from the beginning to the end. Not to mention all the range of emotions…” He lost himself in thoughts for a while. By reading countless books of both psychological and visual horror, Olifyr also obtained an incredible arsenal to use against his enemies… or during his time in the Zhentarim. But this wasn’t a fact about himself he particularly cherished. Back to reality, he says, “I hope I could achieve such mastery in my books. I’m so glad you like them, since they’re usually considered… I don’t know… ‘underground’ by the fans.”

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > "It is," Olifyr agrees, smiling gently. It is lovely, it is exciting, it is fascinating. Combining words and weaving fantasies i... Delton flushes a little, ducking his head. "I actually like your psychological horror the most. It makes me think, be at the edge of my seat. I like all your work but that's really what I will reread to find the clues you set up long before." Most people wouldn't expect horror from Delton. But he contains multitudes.

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton listens intently to Mr. Lockway's words. "I suppose...things are not so simple to be just release and release alone..." ... "It is," Olifyr agrees, smiling gently. It is lovely, it is exciting, it is fascinating. Combining words and weaving fantasies is, in more ways than one, his life's calling. "And from every story I published, is there any you liked more? Everyone has its favorites..." he asks lightly, sincerely curious for the answer.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr notices that Delton is not too comfortable with sudden movements. He takes a mental note of that. “Interesting question.... Delton listens intently to Mr. Lockway's words. "I suppose...things are not so simple to be just release and release alone..." He's already had one session with the therapist Ms. Genna recommended. That was...a lot. Much more difficult than freeing, unfortunately. Maybe he'll get there one day. "I'm glad that writing does that for you. It sounds lovely..." Even with the hobbies he loves, he's never gotten to that point. Maybe one day he won't be waiting for the shoe to drop, looking over his shoulder for the shadows that haunt him. But not today.

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton listens intently, ready to protest at the 'terminally chatty' comment. He can't help his flinch when Mr. Lockway leans ... Olifyr notices that Delton is not too comfortable with sudden movements. He takes a mental note of that. “Interesting question. Difficult or freeing, hm?” he ponders. “These words aren’t mutually exclusive, so I’d say it was both difficult and freeing. And not just difficult in the technical aspects of composing a novel, mind you. But every story and every character I write have a great part of my own emotions and experiences poured into them. As I’ve said to your colleague Helaena back there, writing is like bleeding my own heart and transforming it into ink with the tip of my quill,” he mimics the movement of writing in the air. “And this process is both painful and healing at the same time.” He sighs. “Confronting our own emotions is never easy. But writing about them is a way to process them, I suppose. And every time I finish a chapter… it feels relieving. *Freeing*, as you put it,” he chuckles. “It feels good to just let my thoughts flow out of me unbridled, and I never feel more free than when I am weaving words together and seeing entire universes and characters being slowly formed out of them. Words are really power, as you very precisely said back there.”

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr smiles sheepishly, even if he asked for feedback himself. "...Really? Ah, I'm glad you think so! I'm afraid I'm a termina... Delton listens intently, ready to protest at the 'terminally chatty' comment. He can't help his flinch when Mr. Lockway leans in, however. "I thought it was so balanced. It was...nice, hearing everyone's different perspectives. Even if I disagreed with some of them..." What's the point if you're just in one big echochamber, after all? He laughs a little at the idea of Mr. Lockway being a bad student. "Some people learn differently. It seems like you still carved a path for yourself..." He's perplexed though, with Mr. Lockway's appreciation of his opinion. Why would my opinion matter? In that room alone, there were so many people with more important and useful opinions. But he bites his tongue and demures a bit before saying, "Was it difficult to write your books? Or was it freeing?"

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > He nods along at that, still playing with his fingers. He can't relate - not really. He doesn't really like to speak up, to draw... Olifyr smiles sheepishly, even if he asked for feedback himself. "...Really? Ah, I'm glad you think so! I'm afraid I'm a terminally chatty person, so this was prone to be reflected in my lecture... I'm grateful it was for the better side." "And yes, as an Oghmanyte, I agree that there're countless manners of transmitting knowledge. But when I was just a young bard..." he leans in towards Delton and reduces his voice to a whisper, as if he were a naughty child telling him a secret, "I was a terrible student. My mind's always been too restless, and Oghma is my witness I couldn't pay attention for long for the life of me," he laughs heartily. Leaning out again, he goes back to speaking normally, "But I jest. I'm sure those professors had their best intentions in the mind. In the end, at least I learned different people just deal differently with different teaching methods... as is to be expected." He raises his hands. "But look at me, digressing again! My apologies. I thank you for your opinion, Delton, it matters greatly to me. And an interactive lecture just works if people are willing to interact, thus you and everyone else were part of it being productive too. Thank you doubly!" "And since we are already here... do you have any other question? Anything you'd like to know more about? If so, I am all pointy ears."

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr chuckles, crossing his legs. "Oh, I did enjoy it. I can't deny it was a tad intimidating at first, but having people de... He nods along at that, still playing with his fingers. He can't relate - not really. He doesn't really like to speak up, to draw unnecessary attention to himself. Seven years on and he's still hiding. "I can imagine that a more...academic setting can be stressful. More likely to get...opinions..." He's seen enough people try to argue with professors to know that it's common. But it is always fun to see Professor Wildfel absolutely destroy someone so... "It was really great! I, um, really enjoyed how interactive it was. A lot of guest speakers don't want to interact at all..." he quickly adds, to make sure Mr. Lockway knows that he's not criticising these professionals, "Not that they're bad! Just different..."

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton smiles, "You...you listen. Not a lot of people would go out of their way to talk to one fan...I may love your books, but ... Olifyr chuckles, crossing his legs. "Oh, I did enjoy it. I can't deny it was a tad intimidating at first, but having people demonstrating interest and interacting with me as I spoke motivated me to keep going." He slowly moves his foot up and down as he speaks. "And actually, this was my first time giving an actual lecture. I already gave some speeches to the knowledge community, and interviews here and there, of course. Not to mention my youthful years playing at every shady tavern I could find," he laughs. Playing, not *singing*, however... he couldn't exactly carelessly use his voice back then due to his curse. "Gods, I was so young... a young bard who just dreamt of singing all the time," he sighs. "It doesn't seem like it, but now I don't really have this huge drive for public exposition anymore, due to some... *circumstances*." Like his huge and frequent identity crisis after discovering a great chunk of his life was a dream. "That's why I avoid it, and was reluctant of giving this lecture. I'm always wary of people liking Olifyr Lockway so much that they don't appreciate meeting simply... Olifyr. And that's why it gladdens me so much to be able to be *myself*, and to know people who like me despite my fame," he smiles at Delton sincerely. "But I did appreciate lecturing and chatting with all of you. In the end... I figure this day also taught me a thing or two about myself." Because perhaps facing people is a way to drop the masks and show them who he really is. "And you? What did you think of the lecture? I sincerely hope I didn't make a fool of myself there," he laughs lightheartedly.

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr listens to Delton intently, nodding as the boy speaks. That last sentence takes out yet another warm smile from him - alb... Delton smiles, "You...you listen. Not a lot of people would go out of their way to talk to one fan...I may love your books, but that means even more to me." He chews on his cheek and shrugs a little half-heartedly. If a god wants you dead, maybe there's a reason for it. There's probably a reason for it. "Thank you, sir. That's very thoughtful of you," I'm not going to take advantage of your kindness like that. "How did you like lecturing? You mentioned it's been a while for you..."

> Reply to: @Delton Naïlo (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Some days, Delton is still that scared little boy reading books to escape. He doesn't know if that will ever stop. But those boo... Olifyr listens to Delton intently, nodding as the boy speaks. That last sentence takes out yet another warm smile from him - albeit a quite sheepish one. After all this time, the author still feels extremely bashful when receiving such genuine compliments. "And I appreciate meeting *you*, Delton. I don't really see myself as a hero, but I'm humbled to know that's how you see me. And even more humbled to know you appreciate the man behind the author as well, hopefully just as much," he chuckles. He sighs, "And again, I'm terribly sorry you went through all of that. Their motivation and everything else... they do remind me an awful lot of the shadow druids that used to rule my homeland." Flinching and shaking his head as if shaking his own thoughts away, Olifyr then looks at Delton again, more determined, "I can only imagine how many unhealed wounds you heart still carries... even after all this time, I myself still have troubles revisiting some of my past. And I also know all to well how it is to feel alone and wounded, without anyone to understand us. But I do understand you, and I want you to know that you didn't deserve any of that, alright? You deserve to *live*, Delton. And if you ever need some reassurance, or just someone to talk to whenever these wounds are more difficult to bear, you will have me. You're not alone in this, ok?" He opens a reassuring smile. But inside, his blood is boiling with a wish for justice. If only they had the power to free every circle from the shadow druids influence...

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> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr catches that slight change of accent and smiles. He used to do the same to conceal his own wild Elvish accent, but whenev... Some days, Delton is still that scared little boy reading books to escape. He doesn't know if that will ever stop. But those books saved his life. "Your books quite literally saved my life, sir. I cant ever express how grateful I am to you. They were...they were there through the worst of it." He keeps playing with his fingers, listening intently. The fact that his mother was a human was never a problem. Not really. She assimilated so, thus, she was accepted. As long as Silvanus favored you, you were in the clear. "The circle I was in...they thought I wasn't fit to exist. That Silvanus had marked me as rot and that they had to 'deal' with it. When that didn't work..." They tried to sacrifice me like a lamb. Like the lamb I've always been... "It's...powerful to know that someone I've always looked up to struggled too. Went through some similar things. They say not to meet your heros, but I disagree. I...really appreciate it, sir. More than I can say."

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Olifyr catches that slight change of accent and smiles. He used to do the same to conceal his own wild Elvish accent, but whenever he was feeling more comfortable and more like *himself*, his true accent always slipped. He wonders if this is what is happening with Delton right now, which would just be another thing they have in common. "You're very welcome, Delton. Being and artist and bringing joy to people was my childhood dream. And now, after so many years, it brings me immense joy to know I arrived there, and that I'm causing a positive impact with my words. Thank you again for reaching out to me." "I don't know what you've been through, but I'm sorry. I truly am," Olifyr says sincerely. Because of Delton's chat with Gabriel, the author could only assume the boy's problems were related to shadow druids. But it seems a touchy subject for him, and he doesn't want to be invasive in a way that makes Delton feel uncomfortable. Perhaps it'd be nice talking about himself first. Not caring about the lack of eye contact, Olifyr also looks forward as he continues, "I see you're a wood half-huma- I mean, half-elf like me. I don't know about your upbringing, but I was one of the only half-elves in a wood elf settlement and it was a... difficult experience, to say the least. I wasn't really welcome there, and the druidic leaders... they saw me as a bad omen. Back then, whenever I looked around, I felt so incredibly alone. And alas, it was just the beginning of a series of unfortunate events." He taps his fingers on his lap and looks at Delton again. "And I'm telling you this because, after overcoming all of that, I know how much power there is in finding people who relate to us. I mean, I don't know if you do relate to any of that, but... perhaps, I can be one of these people for you if you want me to be."

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr chuckles, "Right, that was me. I'm around much more than people imagine, thanks to disguising magic. I just like to walk ... He can't help the small flinch at Mr. Lockway slamming his hands down. Sudden movements from men make him do that. "I can understand not wanting to be yourself sometimes," he says, though he doesn't actually have any way of doing it. Delton plays with his fingers, cheeks flushing and head ducked, "I'm sure you would've ended up doing lectures eventually sir. You're great at what you do." "I want to thank you, for writing those books. My life has been...strenuous, thus far. They've been a great escape for me. And I, um, really hope you haven't experienced some things I have. I wouldn't wish them on my worst enemy..." He can't bring himself to look the author in the eye, but his voice is sincere, some of his original accent slipping in.

> Reply to: @Delton Fireoak (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton sits, his hands firmly linked together in his lap and body tilted to look the author in the eye. He tilts his head, che... Olifyr chuckles, "Right, that was me. I'm around much more than people imagine, thanks to disguising magic. I just like to walk unnoticed at times, if circumstances allow. And I do have a soft spot for baking cookies..." He slams his hands against his lap to stop his own pointless yapping. "But yes, let's proceed to the matter in question now. Yes, I read your letter, Delton, and it's because of it that we're here today. And thanks to my friend Amanita, of course, since she most kindly facilitated this meeting and arranged this room for us." A deep breath as he organizes his thoughts. The man right there isn't the eloquent author Olifyr Lockway anymore. He's just the rather offbeat Olifyr, readying himself to open his heart and talk about his own vulnerabilities. "I think I just want to say personally to you how much your letter moved me. Even if writing words is my job, I feel there're some emotions that can only be conveyed correctly through the spoken ones. So... thank you, Delton," he smiles sincerely and nods. "As I mentioned in my lecture, sometimes we look around and find people we can relate with, even in the smallest details. And I can say I do relate with you, much more than you can imagine. Reading that letter was like looking at a window to the past and seeing a young Olifyr reading endless books to escape from the unfortunate world around him. It moved moved so much, that I even must say it was one of the factors that motivated me to accept the invitation for the lecture," he chuckles again. "Then, in the spirit of finding similarities... I wanted to meet you."

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > Olifyr walks into the nearly empty office and closes the door, sitting on the couch and inviting Delton to sit beside him. "Oh,... Delton sits, his hands firmly linked together in his lap and body tilted to look the author in the eye. He tilts his head, chewing his cheek to remember if he didn't know anyone at the class. Just the assistant... "Oh, you were...Professor Slayer's assistant?" That seems...rather odd, to be honest. "I guess I, um, don't really understand why you wanted to meet me and talk to me," then he adds, quickly, "I appreciate you reading my letter. Very much, sir."

> Reply to: @Delton Naïlo (@Bee (Tav: Delton)) > Delton's eyes are a little wide. He's still kind of in awe of the fact that the Olifyr Lockway wants to speak with him. He's... Olifyr walks into the nearly empty office and closes the door, sitting on the couch and inviting Delton to sit beside him. "Oh, I don't really have an objective in mind," he waves both of his hands while smiling sheepishly. "I just wanted to meet you personally. To talk to you, more precisely, since this isn't really the first time we meet." He laughs in disbelief of he was about to say, "Do you remember the cookie baking lesson, perchance? Well, let's just say... I was there."

> Reply to: @Olifyr Lockway (@Pim { Tav: Olifyr }) > [This interaction is a continuation from Olifyr's lecture: ... Delton's eyes are a little wide. He's still kind of in awe of the fact that the Olifyr Lockway wants to speak with him. He's not really sure what to do, but he tries to fold his hands in his lap to avoid waving them around like mad. "I, um, thank you, sir, for wanting to speak with me. But, um, I will confess I don't really know what for?" His voice is hesitant and halting, trying to not default into his native accent that he feels makes him sound uneducated. He doesn't want to come off as that. Not in front of his literal hero.

@Bee (Tav: Delton)

[This interaction is a continuation from Olifyr's lecture: https://discord.com/channels/1151902831310274651/1301211501125832805/1325303574057713764 At this point in the timeline, Olifyr's not an actual professor, so he doesn't have an office. But for RP purposes, we will pretend the ensuing conversation is happening in a vacant room of the Silverquill department - which will soon, in fact, become his actual office.] After finishing his signing session at the lecture hall, Olifyr called Delton and walked with him until a vacant room of the department. Out of respect for the letter Delton had confided to him, the author judged it was best to have a private and safe space for them to talk about it. With a warm smile, Olifyr opens the room and holds the door for Delton to go in. "Here we go! This room is pretty bare because its former owner left Strixhaven recently, but that couch will do just right."

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