Seeds to Sow

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — Sam flinched back as he saw Caiside's sneer (what a truly horrible and bitter little man he was) but there was a look in his eyes that showed a defiance against it that once would have been unimaginable. "Boring..?" He repeated with the ghost of a smile, loving the idea of Frey telling Caiside he simply wasn't interesting enough for a proper audience. It seemed that Caiside's anger was not truly directed at him but the situation as a whole, from the way he spoke up as if addressing a crowd surrounding their table. His initial response was a quiet chuckle under his breath at the idea of anyone being so self obsessed. "...Y..you...Frey d-doesn't owe you an..anything. M..maybe you were p-powerful..be..before. But here you're...j-just an Outlander. A p-person no...no better than me. Or an..anyone else." This was not at all what Caiside wanted to hear but it was what Sam wanted to say, so he said it. "...Did you br-bring an offering? Frey...Frey likes offerings." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.