gone to hell

"The robes were rather beautiful, though." Sam smiled gently, not wanting to insult her old clothes, even if they had not been appropriate for Sanctuary. "Perhaps for a party or some kind of event, you might be able to wear them. Some Outlanders here wear their old clothes for special occasions." Bastien came to mind, who had actually gone the extra mile to commission outfits from the market designed as his old world had. Her question made him laugh, an embarrassed smile frozen on his face. "No, no, plenty of people manage on their own. I've read books on every topic in the Atheneum. It's just...one of those topics." Sam hoped to leave that particular line of inquiry there, not wanting to discuss his love of romance novels with someone he'd just met. A priestess...ah. That explained her immediate obsession with Gods. "Oh, well...we have some devout servants of the Gods here. Maybe...you could meet Amalia. She is a follower of the Old Gods." 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