Not so long before this, Sam would have been nervous about going to Remi's home for anything but after their conversation at the Festival he was cautiously optimistic; better still he had a reason for being there, having been chosen by the council to watch over the Natural migration to Torchline for LongNight. So he would have time to prepare everything properly he had brought his things to stay for the whole of Deepfrost, hoping it might give him a chance to familiarise himself with where they would be staying.
He arrived at early evening when the sun was behind purple hazy clouds, the shadow of the Lighthouse still a welcome reprieve. Knocking on Remi's door Sam adjusted his heavy pack on his shoulders: he still had to find somewhere to stay, was hoping there would be a suitable inn or sympathetic person with a bedroom in Haulani. There was still some residue anxiety in his chest about seeing the new Governor again, but he tried to stamp it down and got ready to smile when the door was answered.
