Are
Drunk and brave as he might've been he still harboured little hate for the children of The Voice. Yet not acknowledging how their ties to her could outweigh any willingness to do good seemed a touch too foolish, even to Are. Although he'd learned his lesson about blurting out whatever his heart desired, so he bit his tongue, content with letting the ideas stew 'til a more opportune moment showed itself.
The jovial cobbler grew quiet and seemingly brooding for a moment, averting his gaze, chewing on both a question and the inside of his cheek. He started, stopped, and pondered for another moment. The words where there, just in the wrong order and language to both make sense and not illicit the same kind of scolding his musings on their situation had. "Them... The, uh, as-ended." he piped up at last, peering over the rim of a tankard in dire need of a refill. "There might be as you say, 'good eggs', among them. But how do one sort the good ones from the bad when all are sailing in the same ship towards the same shore? Steered by the same helmsman and rowing all together? What's to say sinking the whole ship isn't the safest bet?" Are whispered, at least he would have had he not been all to busy trying to keep his words in line and not floating away like a flock of unruly sheep. Her reminder of his brashness, especially in his barely upright state, just illicited a barely audible, grumble. Something about a better man and a stronger man.
The jovial cobbler grew quiet and seemingly brooding for a moment, averting his gaze, chewing on both a question and the inside of his cheek. He started, stopped, and pondered for another moment. The words where there, just in the wrong order and language to both make sense and not illicit the same kind of scolding his musings on their situation had. "Them... The, uh, as-ended." he piped up at last, peering over the rim of a tankard in dire need of a refill. "There might be as you say, 'good eggs', among them. But how do one sort the good ones from the bad when all are sailing in the same ship towards the same shore? Steered by the same helmsman and rowing all together? What's to say sinking the whole ship isn't the safest bet?" Are whispered, at least he would have had he not been all to busy trying to keep his words in line and not floating away like a flock of unruly sheep. Her reminder of his brashness, especially in his barely upright state, just illicited a barely audible, grumble. Something about a better man and a stronger man.
