Tale as Old as Time

"That's not a bad idea...though I'm sure, like most of my projects at the moment, it would quickly become too big to handle." Sam had found he'd really moved on with creativity and his craftsmanship in the last year, but that had resulted in an ambition that was often hard to actually satisfy in his work. "Maybe I'll do it in the Loreseekers hall so I can feel the pressure of eyes on me to make me finish." He could tell Jigano was still off-kilter over the news about himself and Loren, but he was glad that the bard accepted it. Jigano was still his best friend despite their differences and it was important to him that he approved of what went on in his life (Voice excluded). Jigano had spoken of his old friends before, those he missed...Sam tried to give him a sympathetic smile, his heart hurting a little for the man; he had often thought the hardest thing to cope with, if he had been an Outlander, would be the separation from friends, the knowledge that you would never be able to tell them about your new life. "I'd never seen snow this deep until I came here. ...Did you play in it, when you were a child?" The thought made him smile. Speak of snow was relevant to their increasing cold and he stepped back towards the stairs. "Loren showed me a lovely cafe in the Citadel in an attic with bookshelves all around...would you like to go with me? There's a warm fire and views of the Citadel." 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