Are
Choosing profession. That simple notion still seemed so alien to Are, born into his craft and called to arms. Never once did he think there was any kind of choice, just the answering a call that had never been his to deny. What Sascha said made far more sense in the light of a new arrival though, a chance to begin anew and to make whatever one pleased with the new world that had been given. A dying world to some, but one so ripe and fresh for the taking to others. Barren soil turning ever so slightly more fertile with every passing week and ready to reward those that let the sweat of their brow water it.
"The world is in dire need of craftsmen. Take it from one; you'll find more work than you could ever dream of as soon as word gets around." he said, offered a smile and a nod. There was so much he wanted to ask, finally someone cut from cloth he could recognize, even if the pattern was different he could see some semblance of what he knew, but Are knew the moment was not his. He was merely a guide to help the man into a world far from what he had left behind.
"Disagree is just what we do, nothing more boring than everyone nodding and moving along, right?" Are said and laughed, trying his damnedest to not allow the discussion to veer off into brooding on the nature of man, at least not 'til he was sure the man at least had somewhere to rest his head at sundown.
"Say, I might have room for a guest, as long as you don't mind the smell. You could use a roof over your head and a warm hearth 'til you can get your own, eh?"
"The world is in dire need of craftsmen. Take it from one; you'll find more work than you could ever dream of as soon as word gets around." he said, offered a smile and a nod. There was so much he wanted to ask, finally someone cut from cloth he could recognize, even if the pattern was different he could see some semblance of what he knew, but Are knew the moment was not his. He was merely a guide to help the man into a world far from what he had left behind.
"Disagree is just what we do, nothing more boring than everyone nodding and moving along, right?" Are said and laughed, trying his damnedest to not allow the discussion to veer off into brooding on the nature of man, at least not 'til he was sure the man at least had somewhere to rest his head at sundown.
"Say, I might have room for a guest, as long as you don't mind the smell. You could use a roof over your head and a warm hearth 'til you can get your own, eh?"
