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He nodded profusely, her words rang true and the cobbler should be very aware of the strength that could be found in willpower. Excuses, that was what his mother would have called them. Even though the cobbler tried his best to be humble it all too often tipped over to just that, excuses. Among them the one he just managed to catch before it had even had time to slip out, a meek 'sorry' swallowed and exchanged for a straight back and a crooked smile.
"Guess the axe doesn't care if the wood is a log or shield." he scratched at a patch of stubble on his chin and nodded again as the thought took hold. A cobbler turned warrior, there's a story worth singing, if anything to make people laugh. "Sure, I'm cut out of stern enough cloth to hack at shields, so, who's this someone you speak of?" Are asked with a new glint in his eyes, lit by a purpose beyond merely existing. To help make a better world, one he could be proud to call his home. Their home.
"Better be a mighty warrior though, both in arm and patience." he couldn't help but to add with a wry smile.
"Guess the axe doesn't care if the wood is a log or shield." he scratched at a patch of stubble on his chin and nodded again as the thought took hold. A cobbler turned warrior, there's a story worth singing, if anything to make people laugh. "Sure, I'm cut out of stern enough cloth to hack at shields, so, who's this someone you speak of?" Are asked with a new glint in his eyes, lit by a purpose beyond merely existing. To help make a better world, one he could be proud to call his home. Their home.
"Better be a mighty warrior though, both in arm and patience." he couldn't help but to add with a wry smile.
