[ He is not even remotely familiar with the Primary Settlement.
Amos had spent maybe a week or two out here when the first group had arrived in Solvunn before surmising that the place probably wasn't for him and splitting. He's been in the Tertiary Settlement for months now, a quiet existence without much disturbance — at least until he'd heard about Solvunn getting itself involved in whatever it was that went down at the Singularity.
Something about it hasn't sat right with him, so he'd come out here. Hence, his current conundrum: okay, he's in the Primary Settlement, what is he supposed to do here.
Wandering aimlessly about town had eventually had him find the library, and it seemed as sensible a place as any to try to find some kind of answer. Only he still doesn't have any idea what he's looking for—
A massive dude sitting at a table with distinctive hair, and it takes Amos a moment to place it, but he does. Not like he'd spent a ton of time milling about when portals had suddenly opened up in Thorne's execution yard, but it's hard to miss, or forget, someone like this guy.
Fuck it, Amos figures, going to sit down across from him. He's got no books on him. Wouldn't know what to pull, anyway. Instead he takes a moment, looking across the table at Emet. He cocks his head. ]
in Solvunn's library, post-Dimming...
Amos had spent maybe a week or two out here when the first group had arrived in Solvunn before surmising that the place probably wasn't for him and splitting. He's been in the Tertiary Settlement for months now, a quiet existence without much disturbance — at least until he'd heard about Solvunn getting itself involved in whatever it was that went down at the Singularity.
Something about it hasn't sat right with him, so he'd come out here. Hence, his current conundrum: okay, he's in the Primary Settlement, what is he supposed to do here.
Wandering aimlessly about town had eventually had him find the library, and it seemed as sensible a place as any to try to find some kind of answer. Only he still doesn't have any idea what he's looking for—
A massive dude sitting at a table with distinctive hair, and it takes Amos a moment to place it, but he does. Not like he'd spent a ton of time milling about when portals had suddenly opened up in Thorne's execution yard, but it's hard to miss, or forget, someone like this guy.
Fuck it, Amos figures, going to sit down across from him. He's got no books on him. Wouldn't know what to pull, anyway. Instead he takes a moment, looking across the table at Emet. He cocks his head. ]
You were in Thorne before here, weren't you?