Are
It sure was a breath of fresh air, talking to someone not of the three kinds of problems he'd ran into in Caido. Not one with their head buried so far in the mundane they could talk of little else than how the crops where wilting or sheep where lop-sided, not that Are minded, he was after all cut from that cloth whether he realized it or not. Neither was he of the kind that was so concerned with the state of the realm that they turned a blind eye to the people of it, chasing lofty goals to the detriment of the common man. And lastly, Are was absolutely sure that the man before him was not one so deeply concerned with nothing but himself, although it wouldn't had taken much to fool the warrior-cobbler, he was after all just a man.
What was he actually doing in Caido? A question Are had managed to avoid asking himself, but as times grew more dire he couldn't keep pushing it away. Maybe in spirit more a question of what he wanted to accomplish, the answer to Sascha's question was easy if one wanted to be a dick about it and serve up a half truth. "Are you asking my profession? Because that's easy, I'm a cobbler by trade and a warrior by choice, one keeps me fed and the other keeps me not dead. If you're asking what I'm hoping to achieve, now that's a whole 'nother thing entirely." Are said and made himself comfortable on a flat, mossy rock. "You see, there's a whole bunch of people tugging every odd way, all hoping to make this place better. Each with their own agenda and plan for it all. Me, I don't have much of a plan other than try to do the better thing. Right now that's taking up arms for the good of the common man, whether they approve of it or not. You see, I'm an outlander, we both are, and 'Naturals', those born here in Caido, don't usually take kindly to outsiders coming and mucking about their business. Especially not when it brings change they never wanted or asked for, even if it's for their own good. My craft gives me enough use they can put up with my passion, for the moment at least, but there will come a day when we might need to drag Caido into a new era, kicking and screaming if need be." he rambled on, losing track of the question he was trying to answer and instead finding back to the train of thought that had him trusting Roana more than Jigano.
What was he actually doing in Caido? A question Are had managed to avoid asking himself, but as times grew more dire he couldn't keep pushing it away. Maybe in spirit more a question of what he wanted to accomplish, the answer to Sascha's question was easy if one wanted to be a dick about it and serve up a half truth. "Are you asking my profession? Because that's easy, I'm a cobbler by trade and a warrior by choice, one keeps me fed and the other keeps me not dead. If you're asking what I'm hoping to achieve, now that's a whole 'nother thing entirely." Are said and made himself comfortable on a flat, mossy rock. "You see, there's a whole bunch of people tugging every odd way, all hoping to make this place better. Each with their own agenda and plan for it all. Me, I don't have much of a plan other than try to do the better thing. Right now that's taking up arms for the good of the common man, whether they approve of it or not. You see, I'm an outlander, we both are, and 'Naturals', those born here in Caido, don't usually take kindly to outsiders coming and mucking about their business. Especially not when it brings change they never wanted or asked for, even if it's for their own good. My craft gives me enough use they can put up with my passion, for the moment at least, but there will come a day when we might need to drag Caido into a new era, kicking and screaming if need be." he rambled on, losing track of the question he was trying to answer and instead finding back to the train of thought that had him trusting Roana more than Jigano.
