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The book of love is long and boring
Sam spent some time after reading the notice considering whether he should try to join the guild or not. His relationship with Remi was...tentative, to say the least, but he truly was interested in the guild. He was an artisan, a maker of bespoke books that if he said so himself, were quite beautiful. It would be nice to be in a guild for craftspeople like himself, to maybe sell in a market or share tips or- he didn't really know what would be involved, but he still wanted to have a part in it.
Before Dawn's light suited him fine, Sam preferring to travel before or after any light. His hesitation appeared to have taken him long enough that he was here after 2 other people. Shyly Sam entered, knocking on the doorframe.
"Hello, Remi, and...um..everyone else." Awkwardly, Sam smiled about the room. "I thought I could help out and if...if my books count, join the guild."
Before Dawn's light suited him fine, Sam preferring to travel before or after any light. His hesitation appeared to have taken him long enough that he was here after 2 other people. Shyly Sam entered, knocking on the doorframe.
"Hello, Remi, and...um..everyone else." Awkwardly, Sam smiled about the room. "I thought I could help out and if...if my books count, join the guild."
No one can lift the damn thing
