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The book of love is long and boring
A voice coming from behind him made Sam stop his song, sit up straight and turn around to see who had spoken - as bizarre as it was, as much as he knew he had the authority here, he almost apologised. It was just inherent in him, the desire to make everyone happy and let them know he was willing to submit, to lay down and accept, but he reminded himself last minute he was perfectly allowed to draw in this book.
Besides, this woman wasn't anyone important to the Atheneum, or he would have met her before.
"I can draw in these books, because I am making it." He explained, pointing to the page - upon closer inspection it would clearly be seen as unfinished. "I am part of the Loreseekers..? Are you here to find them, or just to look for a book..?" Sam doubted anyone who held a book like that had a great respect for knowledge, but he wanted to give Sorrel the benefit of the doubt for the moment.
Besides, this woman wasn't anyone important to the Atheneum, or he would have met her before.
"I can draw in these books, because I am making it." He explained, pointing to the page - upon closer inspection it would clearly be seen as unfinished. "I am part of the Loreseekers..? Are you here to find them, or just to look for a book..?" Sam doubted anyone who held a book like that had a great respect for knowledge, but he wanted to give Sorrel the benefit of the doubt for the moment.
No one can lift the damn thing
