Sam had been counting the days as well. At first it had been since his arrival, but now he was worried for Jo, Mark, and the others who had gone on that hunting trip. They'd been gone for awhile and he hoped they were going to make it back okay.
The weather hadn't exactly been pleasant after all. Sam had tried passing the time recently by patrolling the village and keeping an eye out for danger. There had been no new attacks, but a few new people had joined their ranks. That just meant more people to worry about and Sam was so tired of worrying.
He had started thinking again of his talk with Nerys. They needed a distraction from all this snow and being so helpless and the idea of starting a game night of some kind was poking at the back of his mind again. Sam had decided it might be a good project to start trying to "make" his own games out of stuff he found in the woods. Game pieces didn't have to be fancy carved plastic or metal -- it could be rocks, twig, and debris from the broken homes. A game board didn't have to be freshly painted and printed with words -- it could be a big enough piece of wood from one of the broken houses from the earthquakes.
Sam probably looked strange coming in to the inn with this junk, but he did it all the same. It was while he was setting the materials down that he felt someone watching him. Sam looked over and realized that the inn's main room was currently occupied with one of their newest arrivals. He might have waved the request off if it was someone else. After all, he really didn't need help with this project and he was hoping to keep it as a bit of a surprise. But as soon as he'd looked at the kid and really heard the request he'd immediately reconsidered.
"Yeah? My dad's a minister at a church." He looked around, but they were pretty alone in the inn right now, "You just got here right? I'm working on a surprise for the others. Mind helping with that? It's nothing big, but I"m trying to make something that will break up the monotony that comes from endless snow days."
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The weather hadn't exactly been pleasant after all. Sam had tried passing the time recently by patrolling the village and keeping an eye out for danger. There had been no new attacks, but a few new people had joined their ranks. That just meant more people to worry about and Sam was so tired of worrying.
He had started thinking again of his talk with Nerys. They needed a distraction from all this snow and being so helpless and the idea of starting a game night of some kind was poking at the back of his mind again. Sam had decided it might be a good project to start trying to "make" his own games out of stuff he found in the woods. Game pieces didn't have to be fancy carved plastic or metal -- it could be rocks, twig, and debris from the broken homes. A game board didn't have to be freshly painted and printed with words -- it could be a big enough piece of wood from one of the broken houses from the earthquakes.
Sam probably looked strange coming in to the inn with this junk, but he did it all the same. It was while he was setting the materials down that he felt someone watching him. Sam looked over and realized that the inn's main room was currently occupied with one of their newest arrivals. He might have waved the request off if it was someone else. After all, he really didn't need help with this project and he was hoping to keep it as a bit of a surprise. But as soon as he'd looked at the kid and really heard the request he'd immediately reconsidered.
"Yeah? My dad's a minister at a church." He looked around, but they were pretty alone in the inn right now, "You just got here right? I'm working on a surprise for the others. Mind helping with that? It's nothing big, but I"m trying to make something that will break up the monotony that comes from endless snow days."