That got a genuine smile from Will. He wasn't a religious man himself, never had been especially, but he admired what Tuck had built here, a community of good folk who wanted to put good into the world. Who saw their faith as a call to care for each other and for those that had less, instead of an excuse to hate or fear or cling jealously to what they had. Tuck had worked hard to make his church what it was, and it pleased Will to see that recognised.
"It's something, innit? Tuck's got a knack for bringing people together. S'pose it comes from having to wrangle us lot all these years." He said it with an edge of humour, though he wasn't entirely joking. Tuck did bind the Merry Men together in a very real way. He'd also been the only churchman who'd ever successfully held their focus, forest-dwelling ratbags that they'd been, for longer than five minutes, so it didn't surprise Will at all that he was such a deft speaker at the pulpit.