"I wouldn't know," Oliver said. "Though what you speak of sounds like the whims of progress. Stagnation is inevitable—"
"Aye, you have your way of seeing the world, lad, and I have mine. Mayhaps it's all going according to the whims of your progress, and that after all this time, it was the most natural thing in the worst that the chains have finally shattered, but I see the cause of it, and I point at that, beyond the laws of progress. For a village to grow like this, and for all the people to have singular intention, for all the efforts to gather… They need something to gather around," Greeves said.
"Gather around? And what would that be? The market square?" Oliver said, half in jest.
