Leave This Night Pure and Perfect

"Yes, that might be a good idea. The Loreseeker's Guild, which I am a part of, would benefit from some maps we could give to potential travellers...but we need someone to be brave enough to explore and record first." It would not be him, so Sam wouldn't toss anyone else up into that job either. He was not a particularly skilled artist either, so he would not be making the maps. He wasn't quite sure what a tourist was, but he could agree with the sentiment. "From what I've heard, a lot of the Outlander worlds are very different to Caido. Very different indeed...I've heard all kinds of things." Jigano's descriptions of his odd friends still stuck in Sam's mind, as long as Remi's telling of Northaven and Isla's medical knowledge. And it seemed he was about to discover another difference. "I mean....the Gods. The Voice, and Safrin, Ludo, Frey...Vi, Caido...Mort...there's plenty. And you don't just see them when you die, why would that be the case? No, you can go and request to speak to one at a Shrine right now. Whether you will receive an answer I'm not sure..." He hadn't seen Nate shift or do any magic yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't; Sam was unsure of his race. "I speak to The Voice regularly. She is why I am Ascended, after all." Samuel I hear in my mind All these voices I hear in my mind All of these words