Talan entered the hall and saw Faran eating. Himself he was not hungry, and he had indeed been searching for Faran, hoping to find him where the food was. Talan nodded a greeting to the craftsman as the latter raised his head and looked at him, before Talan sat down next to him.
"I s'pose you'll have yer hands full with buildin' up the stables again, aye?" The lad asked and looked at Faran who didn't stop eating but merely made a confirming sound.
"Well, I've been thinking. I think it is good for everyone to know some sort of skill, ye see, and I ain't know such a thing. Now, my hands are smarter than me head, if you get me meaning. I want to learn how to make something useful with them, besides movin' around with things, or people for that matter."
Still Faran did not reply, merely continued eating as he waited until Talan got to the point. A bit nervous because of Faran's silence, Talan spoke again:
"And then I thought: people are always gonna need houses. And chairs, and tables, and that sort o' thing; And I like wood, I like it alot. So what I have been thinking, is that I wanna be a carpenter perhaps. With the building of the stables and all, I was wonderin' if perhaps you can help me with learning that." Talan finally finished, and looked anxiously at Faran.
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