Samuel
An open field that's framed with trees
We pick a spot and shoot the breeze
"All the books on this wall are history or legend. It's my favourite topic to explore and copy from." Sam said with a smile, leaning forward on the desk and pointing across to a wall about three shelves deep, with books stretching from the floor to the ceiling in each. From small paper-bound leaflets to huge leather tomes, there were entries for every region and part of Caido imaginable. At the end of the third shelf, at the bottom, a couple of levels were devoted to stories that Outlanders had transcribed to him.
As Cam went to investigate, he'd keep talking, rambling along as he looked over his own collection. "If you have a good memory for stories and histories from your world, at some point I'd love to have you sit down with me so I can write it down. I think the Voice bringing so many new people here gave us a wonderful opportunity for learning new stories."
As Cam went to investigate, he'd keep talking, rambling along as he looked over his own collection. "If you have a good memory for stories and histories from your world, at some point I'd love to have you sit down with me so I can write it down. I think the Voice bringing so many new people here gave us a wonderful opportunity for learning new stories."
All we see is sky for forever
We let the world pass by for forever
