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A useful part of being in a kingdom that has faced a great many threats over the years is that the armory in Belisaere is well organized. He's spent the last few days deep in it because he has an idea about the scale armor that everyone wears but needs to find some early examples in it. Milliways appears instead of the door to another area like he was expecting and he smiles, he could do with some food and a rest.

Since its always best to be safe and there's a dinner later, he's in his surcoat with his sword by his side though his surcoat has picked up some dust and flaking rust. At the counter, he sits down to order some spiced wine and bread and cheese before turning around to see if anyone he knows is around.

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"It's the craftsman prince." Roshaun approaches, smiling. "Hello, Sameth. How are you?"

It takes Sameth a moment as its been a long time,

"Fairly well and yes, though I have a new title Wallmaker. I don't know if I had it when we last talked."

"You mentioned the Wallmakers when we last talked, I remember that, but I don't recall if you were one at the time. That would be a title you had to earn?"

"Not exactly, it was more realizing that it was what I am."

"Ah,so more of an innate gift." He nods. "But even those usually take hard work and training to reach their full potential."

"Yes, a family bloodline and I'm still working on how best to be a Wallmaker since I'm the first in a couple of centuries."

Roshaun winces sympathetically.

"It can't be easy learning with no one alive able to teach you."

"No, its not but it also means that its not as hard when I mess up. There's no one to compare me to,"

That was the hardest part of being Abhorsen-in-Waiting, he knew he wasn't as good as his mother and probably never would be.

"There is that", he allows. "And trial and error is as good a learning method as any, if it's not too dangerous."

"It is, well not anymore dangerous than anything else I've faced."

Roshaun chuckles. "I don't think that's a very good thing, from what you said about the walking dead."

"True but its not my job to fight them anymore and most of my work is trying to find ways to fight them better and protect the kingdom. Its more the risks of dealing with older magic that's not always predictable."

Roshaun nods, understanding that fully. "All magic comes with risks, and the bigger and more important the working, the more so."

"Exactly but its important work and I haven't had too many problems."

"That's good." He pauses, thinking about something. "Sameth. Someone told me once that you can tell who is or isn't dead. Is that true?"

"I can but Milliways does make it a little odd at times, it still works, its just Milliways."

"And what do you see when you look at me?" he asks, suddenly intent.

It's something of a mystery in canon, but his entry in the manual seems to suggest not definitely dead, as it doesn't have the same notation as his ancestors.

"Its not seeing more feeling and you don't feel Dead."

Almost imperceptibly, he relaxes.

"I see. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

"It was a weight on my mind. But now there's hope, somewhat."

"Good, I hope you end up figuring out where you are soon. Let me know if I can help."

"If I could see a door", he remarks almost idly, "I might try to open it and see what lies beyond. But perhaps it's for the best I can't."

"How long haven't you had a door?"

"...it must be over a year now. Perhaps two."