Are
Great, a shrewd businessman indeed. Debt was far more useful to Are than most other goods, especially from someone knowledgeable in something he seemed to need far too often. Not the sewing part though, that he could manage, although none of the bags he'd been stitching had managed to become quite as gangrenous as his poor leg had.
Clinic. Sounded important, official, exactly like something he was more than happy to be owed a solid from. Steadman, though, that was a family name he actually knew, and it made him a touch uncomfortable knowing he might've gone a touch sly on one of Roana's relatives. Although, by then it was just another thing to add to the pile of things that drove a wedge between them, and a pretty light one at that, when compared to the whole god ordered genocide business.
"Are, son of Jorm. If I'm not here I'm back home, right up the hill." he said and pointed in the rough direction of his workshop and home.
Clinic. Sounded important, official, exactly like something he was more than happy to be owed a solid from. Steadman, though, that was a family name he actually knew, and it made him a touch uncomfortable knowing he might've gone a touch sly on one of Roana's relatives. Although, by then it was just another thing to add to the pile of things that drove a wedge between them, and a pretty light one at that, when compared to the whole god ordered genocide business.
"Are, son of Jorm. If I'm not here I'm back home, right up the hill." he said and pointed in the rough direction of his workshop and home.
