Are
Are nodded and tried interjecting, but let Maea finish down the path she had set out on. Very well aware how hard the muse was to come by and to not kill what had barely been born. He admired the way she weaved the words, the passion behind what the frail looking woman was saying. A lifetime in the harsh land that was Caido sure had it's effect on people, but to Are there was more to it than pure stubbornness. A special kind of tough determination that would take one to Vinland and back in two seasons, and alive at that.
Cooperation was necessary, that much the cobbler knew. Weather it was a handful of craftsmen exchanging materials, services and expertise or a whole people pushing towards a common goal, it was needed on a base level he understood was not there. Yet the people where good. They where kind to those in need because they knew what it meant to be on the receiving end, paying forward for the day they ended up in the very same spot. Needing.
The seed of an idea germinated within Are. Nurtured by the talk of dispersed talent and wasted effort, the mist in his head took the shape of a hall. One where those of the trades where free to practice and share, but also one that cared for and helped journeymen and masters alike. Are wetted his lips and sucked on his teeth for a brief moment, but leaving the unformed guild be for now.
"Looking out for another would take the burden off already burdened shoulders. Allow for freedom, and work." he mumbled, more to himself than to Maea. "They need a voice, farmer and craftsman alike. You speak like that voice, someone with an idea. Tell me, what would you have them do?"
Cooperation was necessary, that much the cobbler knew. Weather it was a handful of craftsmen exchanging materials, services and expertise or a whole people pushing towards a common goal, it was needed on a base level he understood was not there. Yet the people where good. They where kind to those in need because they knew what it meant to be on the receiving end, paying forward for the day they ended up in the very same spot. Needing.
The seed of an idea germinated within Are. Nurtured by the talk of dispersed talent and wasted effort, the mist in his head took the shape of a hall. One where those of the trades where free to practice and share, but also one that cared for and helped journeymen and masters alike. Are wetted his lips and sucked on his teeth for a brief moment, but leaving the unformed guild be for now.
"Looking out for another would take the burden off already burdened shoulders. Allow for freedom, and work." he mumbled, more to himself than to Maea. "They need a voice, farmer and craftsman alike. You speak like that voice, someone with an idea. Tell me, what would you have them do?"
