Seeds to Sow

Caiside The woods are lovely dark and deep But I have places to see And miles to go before I sleep After his first encounter with the gods of Caido, Caiside was angry. What had he done to simply be left, cold and alone and so, so dissatisfied? Had he not been honest? Had he not been true to why he wanted? And he was punished for it. He didn’t understand, but it wasn’t as if he was simply going to march directly back to a shrine and demand answers. Caiside liked to think he was smarter than that. That thought was what found him in the Atheneum, early one evening. He had done as much thinking as he could handle alone, now it was time to ask for help, as much as he hates it. There were only two places Caiside had thought made sense to search for answers in, the temple and the library. Something told him Frey wasn’t the kind of god who was worshiped much in temples thought. It had been some time since he’d arrived, but without knowing what exactly he should looking for, or where he would find it, Caiside had to stop his aimless wandering and look instead for a person. Much to his irritation, the first person he came across was unfortunately familiar. Still, he wanted something now, so he bit back the obvious sourness on his face, and approached Samuel. ”Excuse me, I need a book found.” Caisides voice was saccharine, the condescension that has been in his time the last time they spoke carefully absent. ”Or at least, some knowledge, if you think you can do that instead.”