"You've been busy, Father," Owain said in a carefully neutral tone as he lifted a random decree off the stack on his father's desk. "You want to establish an Academy of Trades in Lothian City?" Owain said with a frown as he tried to understand the state of his father's mind.
"Mmm, yes," Bors replied as he returned to his desk and began sorting through the stack of decrees, looking for something specific. "It's been too long that the best tradesmen in the march were trained in Keating or elsewhere. The duchies look down on us for being rough frontiersmen, but when we have to send our best apprentices to them to learn, and half of those apprentices never return, it's hard to blame them."
