"Are there any artisans with us?" William didn't answer her or anyone and asked another question out of the blue.
Others might get confused, but his guild vices weren't. These old friends of his knew exactly what this was like, how acting this weird meant.
It was something that William constantly showed when he ever got a crazy idea to do. And that made them have hope reignited inside their hearts.
[We didn't bring anyone, but we have lots of masters who know a thing or two about forging] Stark paused, [But why? Do you want to build something?]
"I want to make catapults, the more the merrier," William didn't explain much, "spread the word, anyone who knows how to forge must be gathered around. Also gather all of the flexible natured ores, and lots of special wood as well."
