Are
There it was again, strange names for strange gods. The Voice. He hadn't gotten a solid grasp on just what constituted a god to these people, but what little he knew made him shudder. A war waged between mortal and immortal alike was no place for him, no place for her. All he could ever hope was to make the most of the days he still had, dead or not, getting by was still his forte.
"War it is then. What else is new under the sun? Unrest is as certain as the coming tides." Are remarked with an acerbic tone. Yet he considered himself blessed by never having experienced anything beyond a good brawl during his short life. He was just parroting antiquated clichés picked up from the old and bitter, but it made for better advice than his usual shrug and smile.
"What I'm trying to say is that it's inevitable, probably. Not that there's no point stopping it, just that there's no point worrying. 'Making the best of what we have' is how my father always put it. No matter how little I have, I build, I work, I live. Still though, extraordinary times need extraordinary deeds. Maybe there's more that need changing." his musing trailing off into a thoughtful silence and more cheek chewing.
"You're one Hel of a farmer. There's a little seed growing in my head. Something about unity and other beautiful things that's wasted on a stubborn cobbler, but maybe there's something there. Uniting."
"War it is then. What else is new under the sun? Unrest is as certain as the coming tides." Are remarked with an acerbic tone. Yet he considered himself blessed by never having experienced anything beyond a good brawl during his short life. He was just parroting antiquated clichés picked up from the old and bitter, but it made for better advice than his usual shrug and smile.
"What I'm trying to say is that it's inevitable, probably. Not that there's no point stopping it, just that there's no point worrying. 'Making the best of what we have' is how my father always put it. No matter how little I have, I build, I work, I live. Still though, extraordinary times need extraordinary deeds. Maybe there's more that need changing." his musing trailing off into a thoughtful silence and more cheek chewing.
"You're one Hel of a farmer. There's a little seed growing in my head. Something about unity and other beautiful things that's wasted on a stubborn cobbler, but maybe there's something there. Uniting."
