To humbly ask.

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Her laugh is like static during a thunderstorm and her eyes radiant amusement and mirth. "A simple cobbler?" She repeats, shaking her head with a youthful brilliance as she folds her hands neatly together. "No Are, you are so much more than that, and I do not mean simply the skill of your hands. Your soul here is untouched. Pure." She looks upon him almost adoringly despite the vast difference in power and scope between them. "You are unfettered potential. Like a vast swath of leather, pristine and ready to be molded...that is how I see you. I could make you bright. You would be like the stories of the heroes you were told as a boy, only that power and ability would not simply be rhetoric. It would be within your grasp. I could give you the power to make all your creations last without fail. To cobble and create unlike any before you. Why, you could make shoes which would embolden the wearer with untold speed. " With a laugh, the Voice stopped, shaking her head gently as if she had been carried away. "So to answer you Are, you are so much more than that. How could I not be interested in you?"