Tale as Old as Time

"Mhm. Unfortunately, a lot of our history is shaped by opinions of Gods...on The Voice's side as well as the Old Gods. I'm not sure if we can trust anything on it's own word." Sam sighed and frowned, not sure how to get around the issue; how could you know if a source was accurate history or religious dogma, when so much of their religious belief was based on relatively recent events? He supposed it made sense their militia did not take too much upkeep given there were no wars or much need for the army at all; he had even been opposed to it's formation at one point. "What do you do, when you go for training there?" He assumed the bard was there to practice his magic or perhaps his attuned animal attacks; Jigano didn't seem like a kickboxer. Drinking a little tea he shook his head in answer to the question about his mother. "No. She...didn't really pay any attention to me and let my father do whatever he wished, so I have no desire to speak with her. Besides...she hasn't sent me anything. I don't think she wants to make amends." 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