10-07-2022, 02:13 PM
It eased Zot's mind a bit to know that their familial background didn't seem to matter here. True, he didn't care much that he was a bastard but some people saw it as a slight against him. Even more so that his father might recognize him officially and pass on his name, hoping that he would assist in making choices for the Drake family moving forward. While he had no attachment to the name and was perfectly happy being Zoticus Greyweather, it was important to know that would be perfectly fine for the school too.
Zot had an easy-going smile on his face as he looked between the two girls, feeling considerably more relaxed thanks to that information and of course the beer he had had with his dinner. When Cara mentioned hearing that the mysterious Founders were highly skilled in wizardry themselves, he tried to stop his sudden nervousness from rising. He knew next to nothing about true magic.
While he was prepared to work hard at learning about the subject, it still rattled him a little bit given the fuss being made about it all. What would happen if he couldn't perform spells or magical elixirs or something like that? Up until this point his training had mostly consisted of metalworking, not enchantments. While his stepmother had helped when it came to reading and writing, he had still struggled with his attention span. It was physical labor that really kept him interested in a subject and he had never considered himself to be strong of mind. He hoped there was something physical he could do so they wouldn't turn him away and make him return home an embarrassment.
However, Zot put on a brave face for the ladies and smiled a little wider, trying to spread an aura of confidence to them. "I'm sure you fine ladies will do well at the school," he said firmly as if it was a sure fact. "I simply hope they have a bed big enough for me."
Zot had an easy-going smile on his face as he looked between the two girls, feeling considerably more relaxed thanks to that information and of course the beer he had had with his dinner. When Cara mentioned hearing that the mysterious Founders were highly skilled in wizardry themselves, he tried to stop his sudden nervousness from rising. He knew next to nothing about true magic.
While he was prepared to work hard at learning about the subject, it still rattled him a little bit given the fuss being made about it all. What would happen if he couldn't perform spells or magical elixirs or something like that? Up until this point his training had mostly consisted of metalworking, not enchantments. While his stepmother had helped when it came to reading and writing, he had still struggled with his attention span. It was physical labor that really kept him interested in a subject and he had never considered himself to be strong of mind. He hoped there was something physical he could do so they wouldn't turn him away and make him return home an embarrassment.
However, Zot put on a brave face for the ladies and smiled a little wider, trying to spread an aura of confidence to them. "I'm sure you fine ladies will do well at the school," he said firmly as if it was a sure fact. "I simply hope they have a bed big enough for me."
