"...Yeah. That's something I'm still learning." Sam laughed and rubbed the back of his neck; he'd grown so much confidence lately, but he still felt a drive within, with each new person he met, to have them like him. The thought that anyone didn't, even people he didn't like in return...in the late night it bothered him, poking at his mind.
Isla smiled and looked sweet, happy; for a moment Sam didn't want to break the news of the Order to her, didn't want to let her know. But he had to; it was a matter of literal life and death for them. "I don't know much, but I know they're an organisation operating out of Stormbreak. They believe Ascended and the Voice are...abominations, I suppose." A sigh let him and his shoulders sagged at the reminder of just how deep some of the hate went. "They are, I've heard, quite dedicated to our destruction."
As for anything being in the Atheneum, he chewed on his lip and frowned. "I don't...think so? We mostly have books from the Grounds for the last couple of hundred years, for obvious reasons, and I don't...know how old the Order is, but it can't be older than the Voice."
