I like this exchange because previous to this exchange, the party just assumed Tartagin was extremely studious and knowledgeable in obscure information. It also inspires the team Magician to make continuous attempts to stump him.
“You’re from Coulain Zam?” Naida glanced over as her.
“Yes.” She straightened and slipped her arms from Naida and Derrek and took a step away from them.
“I’ve been there a few times, it’s a lovely place,” Tartagin said. “You live in the quarter of coin, correct?”
“Yeah,” Zam said, “The Glemeis manor isn’t the largest house in the Quarter, but it’s nice enough.”
“I don’t recall the building that well. It is painted yellow, with four rows of mettle stone above a brick base. The rest is common granite, with fine carved Maplewood planks.” Tartagin pressed a finger on his chin.
“You don’t remember much? But you remember the details of its materials?” Derrek raised a brow. “Usually the first thing that stands out when I look at a building is its stability. I probably could tell you the materials just from how it stands.”
“Well. I just remember what I see.” Tartagin shrugged. “Maplewood has the most remarkable grain work, very striking.”
Derrek considered the priest’s words. It made sense from a layman’s perspective.
“That’s... pretty detailed,” Hush said, “How’d ya know that stuff Graymer?”
“Oh. I’m going to sc… err… Training to be an Architect,” Derrek said.
“I think you’d love Coulain then. Especially Ms. Glemeis’ neighborhood; it’s a beautiful section of the town, very striking.” Tartagin smiled to himself.
“I don’t even know that much about my own house Tartagin.... that’s a little unsettling,” Zam said.
“Really? It’s the first thing that came to mind when I thought of it.” Tartagin pushed on the center of his glasses.
“Well. In his defense, if you’re fond of a neighborhood there tends to be some consistency among its houses,” Derrek said.
“And... what about my neighbor’s house? The one just down the road past my gardens?” Zam raised a brow.
“A much less striking building if you ask me. Almost entirely made of granite, but the bottom is polished to allow the effect of your house. But it lacks the appeal because of its drab green paint covers the house from top to bottom. It reminds me of ground slightly dead leaves.” Tartagin shrugged casually.
“...and the house past that?” Zam wore a blank expression.
“Similar to that one. But a muddy brick red, lovely woodwork trim makes up for it though,” Tartagin said without pause.
“I ain’t gonna lie, Brogin. That’s creepy as shit,” Hush said with a laugh.
“Is it?” The priest seemed genuinely surprised. “I don’t know how anyone could forget such remarkable buildings.”
Derrek grew quiet; he probably would have remembered the same details. There was the fact that Tartagin didn’t know Zam before they met on the way of the city of water though.
“Tartagin." Shay surprised everyone when she spoke, all eyes went to her. "From the grand library of Geldmoor, down the main road, seven buildings in, on the Son-touched side. What color is the door?”
Tartagin smiled coyly. “Pale blue. It’s a bakery, housing a very talented baker at that.”
All eyes that were fixed on Shay and shifted to Tartagin, then back to the Dendargian woman.
Shay shrugged her shoulders. “That’s correct. His memory is fascinatingly accurate.”