Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Sam was sat in the guild hall, trying to purposefully get lost in his work so that he wouldn't have to exist in the air surrounding him. The world had not been kind in the last few days and he was done with it; just wanted the familiar ink and paper smell, the simple problems of ripped edges and smudged lines. Things that could be solved, that wouldn't yell at him or betray him or break his heart--
He was focusing on his work. He was fine, and he was focusing on his work.
When Loren first came down he ignored him, assuming him just to be coming in to work or look for something. He knew the man was a member of their guild, that he hung around the Atheneum (Sam still felt guilty for how he and Wessex had excluded him before, but that was lost underneath everything else at the moment), so he did not think his presence unusual.
It was only when Loren came back through, carrying a large bulky bag, that Sam noticed something was amiss. He looked up, pen paused mid-air. "Are you going somewhere? That's...a lot of books." He commented, wondering if Jigano knew Loren was taking all of them.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
