nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
Elias raised an eyebrow, "I'm a merchant, I travel only to acquire goods, whatever those goods might be. But I would not consider myself a sailor, I grew up on the land, and I desire a home on the land."
He grinned sheepishly. "The boy and I have a little shack in town, but I grew up above a merchant's shop; my father only sold locally. I think I'd like something similar, someday." He admitted.
When she led the way to a wagon, he eyed it, easing when he found out somebody was staying with her. Good, she was safer with someone than alone. "I see, I see. Good."
He grinned sheepishly. "The boy and I have a little shack in town, but I grew up above a merchant's shop; my father only sold locally. I think I'd like something similar, someday." He admitted.
When she led the way to a wagon, he eyed it, easing when he found out somebody was staying with her. Good, she was safer with someone than alone. "I see, I see. Good."
Elias
