He'll agree; he's the most sensible and grounded professor in all of Boarbumps, despite his austerity and generally hulking and standoffish demeanor.
And he is, for the record, very much against time manipulation. Certain spells like hate or slow have their place in battle, but that makes a single person act differently, which is different from altering the whims of fate in general.
Gromph is taken aback by the information Ferran is tossing his way.
He's pensive, and quiet, and doesn't have much to say right away. He's clearly thinking of something in his head, and he keeps those thoughts bundled up privately so that no one else ever gets to them. Expressionless, there's an awkward pause, and he looks toward a clock to see what time it is.
He notices that much of the day is already wasted, if that's the case, but he doesn't say that he agrees with Ferran- no indication that he's going to go along with any of this. After all, you are a bunch of students from another Academy, and he's used to kids playing tricks on the other professors around school.
But there's something else he's obscuring from this conversation, something he's not forthright about, and it's pretty clear that the events of something else are also weighing on his mind.
In the end, he hands Ferran a slip of paper, and with a wave of his hand, ink appears on it, in beautifully perfect cursive. It contains a name. "Triel"
He instructs Ferran, if this is all true, to find him out early in the day on another time loop and present this to him. "I need time to think, which... apparently is a fortune not on our side, young scholar."
Gromph is also guarded enough that he's not offering suspicion on anyone at the moment.
He does, however, refute that it was Vizeran who wrote this journal. He knows who it is, but perhaps there's still enough time for some pedagogy.
"Have you visited the statue in the middle of town?
The person depicted there is the author of this book."
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And he is, for the record, very much against time manipulation. Certain spells like hate or slow have their place in battle, but that makes a single person act differently, which is different from altering the whims of fate in general.
Gromph is taken aback by the information Ferran is tossing his way.
He's pensive, and quiet, and doesn't have much to say right away. He's clearly thinking of something in his head, and he keeps those thoughts bundled up privately so that no one else ever gets to them. Expressionless, there's an awkward pause, and he looks toward a clock to see what time it is.
He notices that much of the day is already wasted, if that's the case, but he doesn't say that he agrees with Ferran- no indication that he's going to go along with any of this. After all, you are a bunch of students from another Academy, and he's used to kids playing tricks on the other professors around school.
But there's something else he's obscuring from this conversation, something he's not forthright about, and it's pretty clear that the events of something else are also weighing on his mind.
In the end, he hands Ferran a slip of paper, and with a wave of his hand, ink appears on it, in beautifully perfect cursive. It contains a name. "Triel"
He instructs Ferran, if this is all true, to find him out early in the day on another time loop and present this to him. "I need time to think, which... apparently is a fortune not on our side, young scholar."
Gromph is also guarded enough that he's not offering suspicion on anyone at the moment.
He does, however, refute that it was Vizeran who wrote this journal. He knows who it is, but perhaps there's still enough time for some pedagogy.
"Have you visited the statue in the middle of town?
The person depicted there is the author of this book."