(no subject)
Sam's in the Bar, nursing the largest Atlantean that Bar would provide and glowering at the clock. He's decided he doesn't dare risk offering the Light to it, and so is in a thoroughly black mood.
His room is emptied, and he'll be moving out soon- just before the next quake should be. Anyone he knows who doesn't have another way out will be more than welcome to come with him, if you brave the scowl on his face to enquire.
His room is emptied, and he'll be moving out soon- just before the next quake should be. Anyone he knows who doesn't have another way out will be more than welcome to come with him, if you brave the scowl on his face to enquire.