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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "I see...If...if it'll work, it would be very helpful. I can see that." Some security, some way to be sure the monsters wouldn't break down the door at a moment's notice...it was something a lot of people in the Hollowed Grounds would pay dearly for. In fact, Sam was a little jealous he wouldn't have the chance to set something like it up in Torchline, even though (apparently) it was bereft of monsters. Deimos seemed surprised that he had agreed: he supposed it did seem a rather masochistic thing to want to do, but he was desperate to improve his and the Ascended's reputations. "Good. Thank you." Sam regarded Zuriel with a slightly less judgemental look, though he was still not entirely happy about the hooves on his floorboards. To Deimos, he asked: "So...are...do you want me to do this now, or closer to LongNight? You see, I was thinking of staying in Torchline for most of Deepfrost, to familiarise myself with the area." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.