To find forgiveness in the weeds
Clearly Osozo was not thrilled by the description of his work and Sam's face fell a bit from his previous enthusiastic explanation, but he continued anyway, nodding. "I have remade some things again when I find the information is incorrect or, if I made them early in my career, that they are not well made: but they tend to be at the bottom of my priorities, since they are not in danger of crumbling away." It was also a task he loathed doing, finding it boring to write the same words as he had only a couple of years prior. "Whether it's the same book...that's...quite philosophical. I'm not sure. It is in the words that the author originally wrote."
Osozo was swiftly going down in his estimations now with their continued put down of literature, though Sam did find himself distracted by the shifting colours of their hair. "The Ocean...is in Torchline? You mentioned the sand yourself. You meant the beach, yes? It's through the portal."
