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There is a Sam outside in the moonlight, enjoying the very last tendrils of the summer's warmth to ... well. Who knows. His face is utterly unreadable, but he's out by the lake, sitting on a particularly large rock on the lakeside with his sword (the one that was a gift from Atton, not his true sword, lost beyond his door) balanced delicately across his knees.
You can come and talk to him, though. If you're the right person, you might even manage to make him smile.
You can come and talk to him, though. If you're the right person, you might even manage to make him smile.