Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
"Oh, I can promise you we don't all know what we're doing..." Sam chuckled quietly, shaking his head. At least, he certainly had no idea what he was doing. "I'm sure the farmers will need help with the harvest season. They're always asking for more hands, if you wanted to offer yourself up for a while." He'd never done it himself (he was not the kind for manual labour) but he'd heard it paid well in food and board and was satisfying, if hard, work.
Oliver's decision that the guild wasn't the place for him was fine, but his reasoning seemed a little odd. "I've been working on a book of legends for the Guild. That research is fine to conduct within it's membership as well. After all, that is lore." Maybe if they met up again in the Atheneum, he could show Oliver his large, illustrated tome of legends (still half finished, but not for lack of work).
"Tend to forget about...what kind of things do you mean?" He asked, tilting his head.
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
