"It's..." Rolan hesitates, pursing his lips and looking to side in the face of Martyn's graciousness. His feet shuffly awkwardly as his tail swings back and forth before he final settles on a way to articulate his thoughts and Rolan steels himself with a sigh. "It's not a matter of a filter, or lack thereof. It's about mindset. Lorroakan, my old master, he had a habit thinking he knew everything and treating people like things, and I'm doing my best not to fall into such habits as well."
What Rolan didn't mention was how close his own mannerisms mirrored his master's even before he was taken on as an apprentice. Of course, he'd developed his habits as a coping mechanism against a world determined to make him hate himself, but it scared him, how close he'd come to being a hateful man throwing his weight around because it was the only thing he had.
"Anyway-" Rolan clears his throat, pulling his mind away from the dark tangent and back to the present. "Encountering a god is not an uncommon circumstance on Faerun. I myself am acquainted with the goddess Selune's daughter," he adds with a smirk that is more fond that it is smug. "I owe her a great deal, though I believe she considers my debt squared simply for standing at her side."
"That part, I'm not concerned about. No, I am much more worried about adventurers treating this space like the Yawning Portal in Waterdeep," he rumbles, his eyes narrowing as his tail twitches in agitation. "Stomping around like they own the place, looking for fights and treasure, and making a bloody ruckus while they're at it."
Rolan shakes his head grumpily, scowl firmly in place. "No, I think for the time being, I'll see if Tolna would be willing to keep it behind her desk with the rest of the restricted items. Limiting its usage to those who cannot find the answers they're looking for in the rest of the library should suffice until people prove they can handle unlimited access responsibly."
A pause before Rolan adds, "Not that your idea doesn't have merit, of course. It could be useful to have a space where I can test things without endangering innocent lives."
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What Rolan didn't mention was how close his own mannerisms mirrored his master's even before he was taken on as an apprentice. Of course, he'd developed his habits as a coping mechanism against a world determined to make him hate himself, but it scared him, how close he'd come to being a hateful man throwing his weight around because it was the only thing he had.
"Anyway-" Rolan clears his throat, pulling his mind away from the dark tangent and back to the present. "Encountering a god is not an uncommon circumstance on Faerun. I myself am acquainted with the goddess Selune's daughter," he adds with a smirk that is more fond that it is smug. "I owe her a great deal, though I believe she considers my debt squared simply for standing at her side."
"That part, I'm not concerned about. No, I am much more worried about adventurers treating this space like the Yawning Portal in Waterdeep," he rumbles, his eyes narrowing as his tail twitches in agitation. "Stomping around like they own the place, looking for fights and treasure, and making a bloody ruckus while they're at it."
Rolan shakes his head grumpily, scowl firmly in place. "No, I think for the time being, I'll see if Tolna would be willing to keep it behind her desk with the rest of the restricted items. Limiting its usage to those who cannot find the answers they're looking for in the rest of the library should suffice until people prove they can handle unlimited access responsibly."
A pause before Rolan adds, "Not that your idea doesn't have merit, of course. It could be useful to have a space where I can test things without endangering innocent lives."