To find forgiveness in the weeds
"Well...the Loreseekers do a lot of the research that goes into the books, and there are a few other bookmakers in the town...but I'm certainly the most prolific and I wouldn't say I worked in a team." Most of his work was done in isolation after all, sat in dark rooms lit by candlelight late into the night, carefully copying down ink letter after ink letter. "...You make an interesting point, but the books are all bound as close to the original as I can get them. I often use the same leather or paper if I can, just treated or repaired."
It sounded like Osozo couldn't go to the 'sands' they spoke of, that they just had foresight the others did not: Sam secretly liked this, as it meant his position as portal guardian was still somewhat special. "..No, I certainly don't know of anywhere like that you can reach by the portals. The only sand is Torchline. Do you know any other areas? Anything else we might discover or..or...what the Voice's plans are?" That was likely bold to ask, but he'd suddenly found himself overtaken by curiosity.
