Realization crept up upon Oirhandir like the dawn of a new sunrise. "Ah, I think I understand", he said. "Water is plentiful here, but gold is even scarcer than water is in your land." He pointed at the pile of coins on the table. "That...would hire a common laborer for 10 years. It would feed a small family...that is, buy vegetables and grain that could be cooked or baked...for at least 5 years, maybe more. It would buy a thousand people a pair of simple shoes. You see, gold is rare...and coveted, but you can't eat or drink it. In your land, water is rare, but you have no choice but to drink it or die. So here, we hoard our gold, since nobody really needs gold to live. But in your lands, to hoard water is to sentence the needy to death, so you share it freely. We don't handle our gold that way."Rystil Arden said:"I do not understand, although I admit that I am somewhat new to these wet lands and the lust for the gold coins. Why do we not just let everyone take what they need that we find? I don't understand all the splitting and dividing of gold. If it will make it easier, just do not give me any gold at all and let everyone keep what they like. I do not need the coins or the weapons and the armour. But if we find something I do need, I would expect to receive the same courtesy. Is this not OK?"
He hoped his explanation helped explain his insight into the differences between Lasair's people and the people of this land.