The shopkeeper (Remi, Sam thought his name was) came to the front, seemed busy and sad but said he was open. Sam supposed it wasn't too surprising he seemed melancholy; the weeks after Longnight were often hard and he knew there had been several deaths then and recently too, after the attack on the Spire. This man was an Outlander, could have had friends in the siege.
"Ah, hello. I'm Samuel, I own the shop next door." He introduced himself with a smile, stepping towards the counter. He had gotten better at introductions since he'd gotten his voice better and increased confidence in his social capabilities.
"This is an Alchemist's shop, isn't it? I was wondering if you had any inks. ..But um...if you't mind my asking.." He couldn't just ask for ink when Remi looked like that. "Is something the matter? If it's a bad time, I could come back later."
Samuel
So now I'm free of this
Get these shackles off my wrists
And show me something, show me anybody please
And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
Get these shackles off my wrists
And show me something, show me anybody please
And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
