if I ever start to think straight
Alternatively looking between the distant horizon and Nikolai, Amun nodded along as the younger Ascended explained the kind of work he did. Sighing, the potter rubbed the back of his head. "A storyteller and a scholar, then? That's a good profession." Hesitating, he stared into the water. "Now that Sam is...gone," he swallowed before continuing, "have you considered taking over his shop? I think he'd like knowing it was still in the family. And there's a spot for you in the Arti-san's Guild if you want."
Snorting, he shook his head. "There's not enough demand for that, much as I enjoy it. No, like I said, I'd go sailing. See what lies on the other side of the world." He gestured out across the water.
Snorting, he shook his head. "There's not enough demand for that, much as I enjoy it. No, like I said, I'd go sailing. See what lies on the other side of the world." He gestured out across the water.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
