The foundations didn't extend into the ground. That was one stipulation that Verdant had informed him of. The structures were to be built so that they could easily be demolished. Once the owner of a store graduated, any property that he'd built would be demolished upon his leaving, to make way for the new waves of noble students that were passing through.
"Hello, Gras," Oliver said, slowing to a halt. The large boy seemed surprised that Oliver had remembered his name, as did the others. But whilst that surprise might have won him a temporary smile, it did not last long. The yellow-shirted student shifted uncomfortably, hesitant to share something.
"Quickly now. I'm on my way to class. Did you give thought to my offer?" Oliver asked. He'd previously offered to pay Gras two silvers for work that Gargon was paying him one silver for. It had been a childish little bit of interfering, but it was something that Oliver was beginning to take more seriously now.
