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Meho mourned a vanished troupe of entertainers, then brought out a long lecture on keeping old roads worth walking. She had the look of someone who had found a sensible plank in a sea of bad carpentry.
Summoneyy seized on the pleasant notion that a person might return years later and find their old place still standing. Then she asked where our Village actually is, which is a fair question after swearing loyalty to a name for eternity. Elwynn or Darkshore were proposed; apparently a village need not contain houses, only a sufficiently sentimental road.
I said nothing, because once men begin choosing a homeland for an inn-sign, they will shortly be arguing over the view from a window nobody has built.
Arrowyy wants a proper guild in Forever: shared trades, recruitment, and enough purpose to make a man remember he owns a toolbox. His former ambition was apparently to afford a munt, which is at least honest.
Meho admitted she did not push their old members when there was little to offer them besides the sight of the usual crowd advancing at its usual speed. Sensible. Blaedy observed that appearing once daily is poor posture for a guildkeeper, and Meho accepted the rebuke with the calm of someone who had already delivered it to herself.
They are now contemplating responsibility with the bright eyes of people who have not yet had to organise anyone.
Meho went looking for bzlkat among the fighters, then produced a small fellow bearing a statesman’s name and declared herself ancient before the newer noticeboards. A fair complaint. Their lettering seems designed by someone paid per unnecessary flourish.
Arrowyy was caught maintaining a banner-house with a name not fit for polite cloth. He insisted it was merely a loose gathering, open to all sorts, which is precisely how such banners begin before someone starts demanding matching tabards.
Blaedy asked the only useful question: how many signatures it takes to make the foolishness official. Arrowyy then noticed his invitation named no inviter at all. An empty space, inviting men into a house nobody admits to owning. Very modern magic.
