Jun 07, 2009 18:20
[The feed clicks on to the pretty, colorful pattern of dozens of shards of glass, in various colors, all scattered on a table. Saul sits next to the table, playing with the glinting pieces, making them clink and gleam. Deeply thoughtful, he moves between toying with the glass and making notes on sheet of paper, a list maybe. He muses out loud]
The tools, though... where do I find the tools? There is no 'makeshift' in this art...
[He sketches something quick on the paper, then looks at the PCD.]
Are there men in this city who can work metal?
traditions,
a man of many talents,
small pieces of home,
in times of peace,
craftsiness