And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful
"...Yes, you're quite right." Sam nodded, not having heard that particular argument before, but happy with any reasoning that made non-Ascended more sympathetic to the Voice and her followers. "The Old Gods are often so focused on their revenge and pride that they ignore any death or cruelty along the way." Was the Voice the same? Arguably, in some ways, but she had at the moment, in Sam's opinion, more of a track record for actually caring. After all, she'd made available the cure for everyone; the Old Gods would not have done, he was sure.
With the confirmation about the tea, he fetched two cups and from a large wooden box, pulled out a couple of bags containing an aromatic apple tea; the autumnal mood outside had made him think of it. Pouring the water carefully, he looked over as Henry began to speak again: it was a good thing he was making the tea, he thought, because this sounded like it'd be a conversation that needed it.
Handing a cup over to Henry before going to sit behind the counter again (there were numerous places by the counter and further into the room where the other man could relax), Sam hummed and considered his answer. He'd always been a homebody, quite content to stay in one place and keep to himself; it was fate and obligation that took him on his 'adventures'. Still, he supposed he'd had enough of them now he could give some advice. "The best way to do that sort of thing, I think, is to simply do it. Would your family be willing to let you go? Perhaps over the Deepfrost, when the farm will require less work, you could visit another region. Torchline, where it hardly gets cold at all...or Halo, where you'll feel so frozen you'll swear you were made of ice."
With the confirmation about the tea, he fetched two cups and from a large wooden box, pulled out a couple of bags containing an aromatic apple tea; the autumnal mood outside had made him think of it. Pouring the water carefully, he looked over as Henry began to speak again: it was a good thing he was making the tea, he thought, because this sounded like it'd be a conversation that needed it.
Handing a cup over to Henry before going to sit behind the counter again (there were numerous places by the counter and further into the room where the other man could relax), Sam hummed and considered his answer. He'd always been a homebody, quite content to stay in one place and keep to himself; it was fate and obligation that took him on his 'adventures'. Still, he supposed he'd had enough of them now he could give some advice. "The best way to do that sort of thing, I think, is to simply do it. Would your family be willing to let you go? Perhaps over the Deepfrost, when the farm will require less work, you could visit another region. Torchline, where it hardly gets cold at all...or Halo, where you'll feel so frozen you'll swear you were made of ice."
SAMUEL
