Blackfoot Forest "But it is," returned she;

"I have," Samuel joked back, his smile never dulling once. The men in this group were fairly welcoming, though Gotham seemed to be one who wouldn't wish to socialize. With that in mind, Samuel relaxed a bit more and decided to speak a bit more about his trade, though he listened to gotham speak about a den.

"I'm quite close to earning the trade, hopefully I can contribute to our wonderful family" Samuel said, though he thought a bit about his statement. Family. Why, the word hadn't rolled off of his tongue for several months. Why now?