Sam headed over to the building he had searched before, watching as Wessex went beyond and descended into the caves - hopefully she'd come out. He was sure it was just his anxious tendencies but he couldn't help but feel oddly worried by the ominous entrance. At least for the time being he could look over the dusty workshop of the long-forgotten blacksmith.
Unfortunately, there did not seem to be anything worth using left in the first room. A space where an anvil had once sat was now a half-rotted lump staining the ground and tools left around were in pieces too small to use. On his hands and knees, Sam crawled about trying to look through each nook and cranny, in every cupboard, but for the moment turned up nothing. Determined not to give up, he kept searching in every corner, behind things - surely there had to be something left.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
