To find forgiveness in the weeds
The smell grew stronger and the trail thicker under their feet and Sam suspected they were getting closer to the man he had come to see. He tried to steel himself, not sure what he'd see but wanting to put across a face of friendly non-judgement for whoever it was he found.
The sound he heard as he rounded the corner was rather alarming and he didn't connect it to anything until he saw, pressing into a crack in the wall...something. Sam frowned and squinted, trying to better see and make sense of the form squishing itself into the small space. This, he supposed, would be The Prince.
Holding out a hand to indicate Kaimana should stay back then pressing a finger to his lips, urging him to be quiet for at least the first moment, he took a step forward. "Excuse me, are you...the one they call The Prince? My name is Samuel, I came to find you to see if I could help you. I'm Ascended, I heard you were too?" His voice was gentle and kind, as quiet as he could make it while still being understood.
