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"They sit and watch the bright object in the sky for a few moments before Garrett continues. “Your people are like that light. They are temporary and when they no longer exist there will be no record of what or who they were. They exist in the now but they have no legacy and they will leave no heritage.”
“And how is your tribe different?”
“They fight when they must, but they would rather build, tell stories, grow their food from the ground, they even draw on their clothes, each design telling a part of their story as a person, and when someone dies their clothes are gifted to the next generation so that they can add to the tale.”
“My tribe would dine on your dog soldiers. We’d make your women our own and let them sew our names onto the skins of their warriors so that our war band could wear them in triumph.”
“I’m sure they would, that’s why my people need better warriors. After Vantown I’m heading back to them for the winter and spring. Would you be willing to come along, give living there a try?”
“For better or worse, I’m a part of your clothes story, for the time being. I’ll train your warriors.”