To find forgiveness in the weeds
Osozo's uncertainty about their name seemed exhausting to Sam, but if it made the new Demi-God happy, he supposed it was harmless enough. "Well, do keep us all updated on your names." He said with a quiet laugh, imagining receiving a letter with a list of the ones cycled through on any given day.
He had not expected his bookmaking to be of any interest and had to think to formulate an answer. "Oh, a bit of everything. I don't write much original content. I remake books from the Atheneum or collate stories together into volumes. I love to work on books of stories and legends, but I've also done plenty of volumes on botany or local animals. ...What kind of book would you want to read?" Sam asked, unsure if Osozo would have any idea.
"I've been to all of those places, yes. Well, um. Not to the 'trees', not for a while: and you shouldn't go to the Greatwood either. We're not allowed to." Better to warn Osozo now than have them cause an incident wandering into the woods, he thought.
