SAMUEL
Do you remember what you said to me?
'Cause we lost track of time
"Oh, Mia is upstairs. She's probably asleep. She was hiding in the roof over Longnight, but I think she was smart enough to get out." Mia had been a street cat for years, after all; she was capable of caring for herself. "If you have any food on you, I'm sure she'll come down for that."
A fifth visitor came, the carpenter from the market he had asked to make a new door. Leaned against the wall, Sam smiled as he looked it over; he'd gone for something a little different, to try and make it a nicer transition. An oak branch, carved into the wood, with a little mouse sat by the handle. "This should fit into the hinges I already have, I believe...there are tools behind the desk, if anyone wants the honours...?" He always seemed to mess up those sorts of things, and wasn't tall enough to reach the top hinge without a support.
The other jobs were simpler; there was a lot of boring, but necessary cleaning to be done, soot and dirt taken off the wooden floor and stone walls. Also...this job hurt his heart, but in the shelves by the door, many of the books were little more than scraps of leather and paper. Someone would have to sort through them for anything salvageable and toss the rest; Sam couldn't quite bring himself to do it.
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Jobssss:
1. Pick up old charred books too burnt to be saved.
2. Help Sam clean the walls and floor (2 people)
3. Begin to put the new door back in place.
no post order!
Yeah, we lost track of time
You always let me down so tenderly
You always let me down so tenderly
