Tale as Old as Time

The chronicle did often contain deaths and hardships, that was true...though over the years as he had recorded many histories, Sam had become more adept at distancing himself from the topics he wrote about. Of course, if he knew the people involved it was infinitely harder, but as for Adam and Coffee, he'd never met them: it was just another name. "Mm..I'll need to take over yet another table." He said with a small smile, attempting to raise the mood a little. The thought of baby foxes playing together in the snow was one that would cheer anyone up and his smile grew as they headed down the stairs. The question made him look back, not having expected it, then he shook his head. "No, um...I've always been too scared to do it. I suppose I could try this Deepfrost." Sam had been a cautious child (and a cautious adult) and when he had spent time outdoors, it had been mostly sat looking out at views or studying plants and animals he found. "I suppose it is like my reading room. I never thought of that...maybe I am a little homesick." He agreed as they began to weave once more through the crowds, the little cafe not too far from the wall - before long they were at a warm looking entrance, orange candlelight illuminating a small hall and stairway within that led up to the main cafe. 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