Olympias listens with head tilted for a few moments before striding quickly to Jayose to procure both pen and paper. She returns as quickly as intended and settles, albeit uncomfortably, on the ground. The rough surface texture of the ground scratches her soft turquiose skin. With confident, bold strokes she deftly completes an outline of the Kran and begins to fill the outline with words. It is simple word association, but it helps to develop character. Before ten minutes has passed the outline is filled with scrawlings and Olympias is satisfied that she understands the Kran better than when she started. Knowing that it will be some time before the questions of the gathered horde are answered, the Nolthrir settles down to repair her favourite long sword. She is looking forward to a quiet word with the infamous Kran and the possibility of expanding on her collection of epic adventures. Before she finishes with the weapon her mind has already wandered to the places he must have travelled and the people he must have seen. And then her thoughts drift to the way to tell the things he has seen that she hasn't, to make the people believe her. To spin the words so as to create a delicate cloth as all encompassing as the heavens, as wise as the priests and as bright as the crystal.
