gone to hell

It seemed Arialla really was catastrophising the entire situation, something Sam recognised well from his own behaviour. He was not intimately familiar with the concept of 'Hell', but from what he'd heard from other Outlanders, he knew it was some kind of punishment. Shaking his head, he stepped a little closer. "It isn't hell. I can explain anything you'd like to you, but firstly I promise you'll be alright. It's not a bad place." Chaotic, dangerous, but as good as any other world, he thought. "Arialla is a nice name." He smiled, clasping his hands together in front of him to try and keep up his non-threatening appearance. "If you want, I could take you somewhere for a warm drink and I'll explain it all on the way...? There's not much to see around here and I'd advise you stay away from the Spire." Sam glanced back up to the ominous structure, one he wished he'd had the good sense to avoid. 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