Sam pulled his cloak around him tighter. It was raining, not hard. The big fat drops fell slowly but steadily. Sam hunched his shoulders and pulled the hood down lower over his eyes. Tucked carefully away in his pocket, was a bottle of hair dye. It wasn’t the most expensive, but it wasn’t the cheapest either. Sam liked his hair and had no intention of making it fall out any sooner than it had too.

He paused and looked up at the dark clouds, gathering over head and sighed.

He was almost lonely.

Almost.

Quite a feat for loner Sam.

Morgana walked down the road towards her shop. She had her cloak on, but wore her hood down, not caring that her hair was getting wet. She saw someone one staring up into the clouds and saw that it was Sam.

She walked over to him. "Sam, are you alright?"

Sam smiled a little at Morgana. "I'm all right. Just thinking." he rubbed the side of his nose and turned to face Morgana completely. "Jono's holed up in his room, writing his great works, but he was wondering if you got to work on costumes at all."

"I'm acutally almost done. I have about two or three left." she said looking at him. "I was heading there now if you want to talk a look, and take a report to Jono?"

Sam shrugged. "That sounds good. Something to do at least." He bowed a little, joking. "Lead the way. Sounds good because I might be able to pry Jono away from his desk for a minute."

"Alright let's go." She started walking again, and looked back to see if Sam was gollowing her. As she came up to the the end of the road, she turned and pulled out a key to the corner shop. It was big, but it fitted what she needed.

She unlocked the door and walked in, taking off her cloak and hanging it by the door. "This way." She lead him to another door in the back of the shop. She opened it and stepped inside and lit some candles. "Here they are." She said and pointed around the room, to all the costumes on the stands. Only three of the stands were empty, those she had yet to finish.

Sam followed Morgana closely. Suddenly, the idea of seeing the costumes seemed incredibly stupid? What did he know about anything to do with costumes or clothing or anything else. But well, he'd promised Jono.

He lookede at the costume and knew they were well made, all of Morgana's stuff was. He looked at the costumes. "They're nice." He was completely sincere.

"Thank you. I have just three more left, and then they will have to be fitted and hemmed to everyone. Then we will be ready to go."

She sat down on a stool. "You said you were going to see Jono? Do you think you could deliver something for me? I have some new shirts he wanted, since I couldn't fix the other ones. All those ink stains don't come out very well, since I have to use a special cloth for him."

"Yeah, Jono tends to be a little overenthusastic when he writes, in all manners of it. Sure, I'll take 'em, drop 'em off on my way home." He paused and then shrugged. "Might as well give the old ones too if you haven't burned them."

Morgana nodded her head, and walked back into the main part of the shop. She grabed a sack off the floor from in the corner and walked back to Sam. "There in here. You can tell Jono that I tried to wash them, but there are still faded stains on them."

"Ah, well, better than nothing," Sam said. "Maybe, he'll get some sense and use one of these next time he decides to sleep in his inkwell."

He rolled his eyes adn knew that in a short space of time, they'd all be stained with ink.

I hope your right. This is the third batch of shirts I hd to make him in the last two weeks. Either he has to find time to move to his bed to sleep, or he can forget about me making anymore shirts for him." she said in a teasing tone.

"Well I guess better get to work on those last costumes. Jono will have a fit if there not finished. The only problem is I have to wait for sime fabric before I continue. Oh well."