I will refrain & be the song [SEASONAL EVENT]

Remi seemed to warm to his suggestion, which gave Sam cause for something rare: a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. Even when Remi questioned his embarrassment, something that would normally send him spiralling into stammering explanations, he just shrugged and made a vague hand gesture that communicated very little. He laughed at Remi's reintroduction and leaned forward to take the hand, bridging the gap between them already feeling like a step in the right direction. He couldn't feel the contact quite right, but he tried to give a good, confident handshake. "I'm Samuel Wordsworth. I...am from around here." With a further little giggle he continued: "B-but I think the Outlanders are fascinating. So many stories. I've...I've been trying to write them all down. Into books." Isla's medical knowledge and Ronin's song already filled a couple of slim volumes he had for notes, to be written up better later. "I..I know you have a shop here. Did you do alchemy before? W-where you came from?" Samuel The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out; At one stride comes the dark;