gone to hell

Sam stopped dead at Arialla's obvious distress, though he was clearly surprised by it. Most Outlanders were pleased to see someone to talk to and ask about their sudden turn of fate; her immediate suspicion towards him was odd indeed, especially as he usually intimidated no one with his small stature and well, nerdy appearance. He held up his hands, trying to show he meant no harm. He had no weapons him, that much was true, though of course she would not know of the abilities he possessed. "I'm not going to harm you, I promise. My name is Samuel. I've...I've helped lots of people like you who have found themselves here." Really, he thought, they needed to have some kind of official Outlander greeting committee trained to deal with these things, rather than random social awkward bookbinders finding women in the middle of fields...but this was Caido, and they often made the best of what was at hand. "Could you tell me your name..?" Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child