Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
As the advisor painted, shifting colors and brushes as needed, he mostly paid attention to his work. When the other man compared Amun's old world to perpetual LongNight, though, he barked out a laugh. "Not quite that bad, but bad enough that traveling solo unless you were very strong and skilled was a quick way to die. The oceans were marginally safer than the roads though."
Pausing, he sighed. "Marginally. That's how I got into pottery: we shipwrecked and couldn't repair it, so we needed to integrate into the community we found ourselves in. The potter was old and didn't have an apprentice." He shook his head as the memories washed over him.
"What was it like for you when the barrier first came down?" Looking up from his work, he grinned at Sam. The potter tilted his head to one side as he waited to hear the bookmaker's response before returning to the canvas.
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
