He listens, humming thoughtfully. There's a moment where he looks at Amos with a slightly concerned gaze. "Is that so...? If you hadn't taken the path you did now... what would you have ended up doing?"He listens, humming thoughtfully. There's a moment where he looks at Amos with a slightly concerned gaze. "Is that so...? If you hadn't taken the path you did now... what would you have ended up doing?"

He just shrugs, continuing to fuss with the little faux-bug. "Processing flax, probably. Spending every reasonable hour retting, scutching, heckling...if not tending to the damned plants." He doesn't sound pleased by the prospect. It's agriculture and textile making, about as repetitive as it gets.