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[justice_is_blond]

[Maker. He wants peace. He wants to believe in having a chance to dabble and just be Anders Howe, husband and farmer and cat owner. It hurts how much he wants it, and how much he knows that it's impossible.]

I'm not sure about green, but I did appreciate our cheeses. I don't miss hauling buckets of milk to the river, though.

[gentlecountry]

I'll do the haulin, if you do the milkin.

[C'mon, Anders, be a good sport. But he's not really serious, all things considered. There's more to cheesemaking than buying a jug of milk and hoping for the best; Barty gives a deep, heavy sigh.]

...Ah, just listen to us. Ain't we dreamin.

[justice_is_blond]

We are.

[It's hushed.]

That's far too simple and peaceful for me to have again. But if I improve the cure, it could always be an option for you.

[gentlecountry]

Ah, Anders, that's mighty kind of you, but I doubts it much worth it. I beens a Warden for near-on thirty years, now; I'm almost more taint than Dwarf.

[There is a long silence, and the clink of something metal as Barty takes a long pull from his flask.]

...Anywho, there's no farm for me downs here. And I wouldn't know whats to do with a surfacer's farm, even if I hads the moneys for it. Got nothin' to live for outsides the Wardens, anyways. Nah, leave it be: I'm old enoughs to knows better.

[justice_is_blond]

There's always something to fight for. Unfortunately. Our world is a world of inequality and oppression.

[He's jealous of so many Rifters' worlds.]

But the Warden fight is your personal fight, and I respect your determination to see that one out.

[Meanwhile he's got his people to free.]

[gentlecountry]

Ha! You don'ts haves to tells me that.

[another swig.]

I'm from Orzimmar.

[justice_is_blond]

[He snorts, though when he speaks his voice is quiet.]

To battles that may never be won, then.

[There's the sound of a liquid being poured before he takes a drink as well.]

[gentlecountry]

As my old man used to say, You might knows you can't win, Bart, but you're dumb enough to try..

[You must imagine the jaunty little tip of the flask at that. And drink.]

Good talk, Anders.