faith be my shield

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? Sam woke up alone, Nate having gone off somewhere by himself. He didn't mind, glad to have a chance to breathe and look at the wall as he considered everything that had happened. He was definitely going to have to listen graciously to a lot of tellings-off soon and he was absolutely in the wrong, but perhaps in the most obvious showing of his mental growth, now that the moment of panic was over he was in a mood to move forward. He could do it. It would be messy and hard and he would probably crash into the worst parts of his mind again, but he could do it. Sam sat up, trying to think of something productive he could do to prepare himself for the future. First, perhaps something very practical. Besides his barrier, which was really a defence, he had nothing that could deal damage to enemies he came across. As much as he wished it wasn't the case, he faced off against monsters often enough for it to be silly that he didn't have anything. Remembering that the guild had a weapons stash he headed downstairs, avoiding largely populated areas as much as he could in case more people were mad. Getting to the armoury he walked about, touching the edges of swords and arrows, unsure of what to take. He had never had any training in those things, after all. With three fingers missing he was even more at a disavantage. A little defeated that the first thing he choose to do wasn't easy, he walked aimlessly around the room, fingers trailing along each item.