Samuel
Drench a kitchen rag in heretics blood
"...I think the Old Gods might well kill someone for not fighting." Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "But you're right, a lot of us aren't operating with much choice. I know this is probably highly blasphemous, but...sometimes I wish I could be an Outlander somewhere else. Leave here and go see another world's problems, for a bit. Do you think it'd be more relaxing back in your world?" He asked, half-joke, half-serious.He was surprised to hear that no agreement had been reached with Sunjata and Nate; he had assumed to be married, the two had to have some kind of work-around. "Oh. So...what are you going to do...when the war...?" Sam didn't think he had to say much more and Nate probably wouldn't want to hear it. What would they do when they were forced apart or worse, sent to kill each other?
Slowly reappearing, Sam's face still was hardly impressed at Nate's save. "Uh huh. And you shouldn't ever be where people can hear you."
Wash your windows and prepare for the flood
