[h2]Marxello Catchanale[/h2]
'Well, it's all well and good that a real man can govern himself,' Mark replied, happy to move into more comfortable fields of discussion such as this now that the farmer's leg was fixed, 'but any man with sense also sees the benefits of working with others. Certainly, we [i]could[/i] all be self-governing, but consider the following: alone, you are just one farmer, with limited ability to gather crops. Working with other men, you could farm far greater stretches of land, and perhaps develop ways of farming even more land per man. And that's just as far as farming goes; I won't continue into further examples, but long story short, we wouldn't have built up a society if we didn't work with one another.

'On top of that, say I hadn't come across you, and your leg had healed wrong,' the Knight continued, arms crossed over his breastplate. 'Wouldn't your life have been "torn to shreds" by the event, as you put it? And nobody could or would have helped you, because you've isolated yourself from others. But since you encountered me, I was able to help you, as is my job - that, and preventing monsters from taking people, either away or... well, away. Frankly, it's not my job to do what the geezers in fancy clothes do,' he explained, now uncrossing his arms to seem a bit more open, 'and if I beat them up and tried to do their job, I'd probably fail miserably, because they have been taught how to govern, and I have not.'