gone to hell

Sam followed Arialla's gesture to look about the area, which he supposed from an outsider's eyes would look rather bleak. He'd grown used to the dry and often depressing landscape of the Hollowed Ground, having spent his whole life in it, struggled to see the 'hell' that Arialla spoke of (and that apparently, was have direct negative effects on his reputation). "It's...where I live, so I suppose I have to like it. I'm not a demon." He insisted, now frowning, rather irritated even though he was aware Arialla likely knew no better. "I didn't do anything, either. I was born here as were plenty of other people. It's not a bad place - it's just different to the one you were in." Sam didn't know if any of this would comfort him if he'd just arrived, but all he had was the truth. "I know, but...a warm drink can be comforting and I think when you know the full extent of things...well. You might need it." Sam chewed at his lip for a moment then looked up at her, figuring he may as well get this out right away: "You can't leave here." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child