A colt. That’s what it is, this Soldier is like a colt that just burst into the paddock, thought Maryn with a chuckle as Owen finally slowed his stride down enough that Maryn could catch up. Certain the other man was at least half scarecrow, Maryn cursed his Cairhein height for he could already see it would be a detriment in some ways.
Still as the stream of questions flowed out of Owen’s mouth, with all the control of a creek in the springtime, Maryn decided he liked the chatty Soldier. This one was either the best of actors, or one could be safe to relax their guard a little. Unlike in Cairhein, he doubted anyone would put Owen up to spying,
The Grey Tower itself was amazing, just the building alone and the way the glass caught the light was indescribable. But then you could see the artwork, sculptures and paintings that decorated the hallways they marched through.
“There’s plenty to explore here, certainly. I’ve been here...oh I don’t know how long now, it sort of stops mattering. Anyway, I still find new places sometimes.” Owen narrated as they walked through arches that stretched into vast foyers where hallways met.
“Well it looks like it would take years just to learn all the hallways alone. And how did you come to be here? Did you channel and then arrive, or find out you could learn?” Maryn asked curious as he tried to stop and examine a tapestry that depicted two figures in vast arrays of color.
However Owen still marched on, his hand now clutching the sketchbook when Maryn had mentioned it in passing. Maryn could feel his surprise when he heard Owen mention making a bittern for an Ashaman. Owen obviously regarded the teacher highly, his voice carried pride and joy, emotions Maryn had been trained to listen for at an early age.
“Well your best bet for bittern wood is probably through a merchant of some type. If it’s as hard to get to Hama Valon as a Soldier though, it might be easier to write a letter asking for some,” Maryn spotted a bench and coughing gently sat down on the stone, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the slight pressure before a cough.
“I just need a moment Owen. Thanks,” Maryn said as he titled his head back to help ease the air inside his chest. “I never learned to play a string myself. I was passable at the best despite tutors who tried. But I do have an ear that likes to hear music, and I find the painting and sculpting here amazing.”
Maryn rapped his knuckle against the bench gently, considering Owen’s final questions. “I spent most of my time working accounts, making sure we were paid in full and in turn kept our accounts in order. It was dry and dull, but I did enjoy the chance to study. When I had time of my own, history and this place were often what I had studied, so yes I think I will still continue. After that, Saidin opens so many doors I have only just read about, so who knows what else there is to find or try.”
“What about you Owen? Are you studying to lead men in battle, maybe hoping to build with the One Power and create ter’angreal?” Maryn asked as he tried to get more of a measure on Owen.