[PQ] Something to believe Inn

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam got own with his own work cleaning as everyone else set to their tasks, beginning with sweeping out the corners of the room: cobwebs along the ceiling and dust in the floor. While he'd not ruin the Innkeeper's business, he felt a little sickened to think of all the food and drink kept back here...though perhaps he had a higher standard for that sort of thing with not having to have been involved in anything too physical for a long time. Kellan 's questions were answered over his shoulder: "There's an average of four to a family, two parents and two children. Just split them up into fours for the moment...we can do more when we know exactly who's here. It's more about having things in packs so we can quickly hand them out." When he turned around from his work he saw that everyone had done as asked and he smiled, looking over the space: it was beginning to look like somewhere decent to stay and less like a dirty back room. "Thank you everyone. There's not too much left to do...I'll be cleaning well into the evening, but I don't mind doing that myself." It could be quite meditative and he could do with the time alone. "So the last thing to do really is to make up some signs I can put outside to point the way here." Sam pointed to a few boards leaned up against the wall, each with arrows already painted on. "I worked out what direction they all need to point in..so I just need you all to make them look eye catching and maybe put some kind of phrase on it? 'Shelter this way'...or something. I'll leave that up to you. There's some paints and charcoals there." -- Design a sign to point the way to the shelter! — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.