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Sam wasn't sure to be relieved or not when Archebold confirmed he didn't work there - while he was less likely to get into trouble over the books, the man had a tone which spoke of spades of disapproval. "Oh, yes. History is v-very important..." He agreed, too nervous to say any more. He desperately wanted to get away but it seemed Archebold was determined to make this into a conversation, giving a name and asking his own. Bowing his head a little in greeting he sighed and accepted he was likely stuck here for a while. "My name is Samuel. Um. Samuel Wordsworth. I sell books in the market. You might have seen me, maybe." His eyes firmly on the floor, he came to an awkward stop. Samuel Another little nothing-ever-after, Nothing more