"That makes sense." Sam nodded, knowing that farming in the fields could be dangerous work. As for who was left though, he smiled a bit at the idea, knowing several stubborn families that would never leave their homes. "There are always going to be some non-Ascended here, I think. As long as they don't mind us staying, well, I think it's nice to have the diversity. And the customers." He winked at the last sentence, marking it out as a clear joke.
He really couldn't have asked for a better response from Isla when it came to his ideas; Sam beamed back at her, thrilled to hear such eager agreement. The task became a little easier with each person he had to share it with, especially someone with such enthusiasm. "Well. At the moment I'm just trying to speak to everyone I think might be interested in helping me start it. Then I'm hoping we can meet, think of a proper name for ourselves and start spreading the message. Maybe...at some point...try to develop a place to stay. A sanctuary for everyone that won't let Godly things divide us."
