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WHO: Samwise Gamgee and EVERYONE HE CAN FIND
WHAT: Sam's arrived at Skyhold and is exploring! Also asking questions. All the questions.
WHEN: After arriving from the Fallow Mire
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Feel free to meet Sam in any part of Skyhold! He'll be all over.

He'd tried to stick close to who he'd already started privately thinking of as his new friends - the other Sam and the wizard Twisted Fate. He'd even glimpsed, once or twice, the Man who'd pulled him out of the Mire in the first place, and saved him from being drownded. But the road from the Fallow Mire had been long, and Sam had spent much of it on his own, tucked away in small corners of wagons or sitting astride horses alongside dwarves, being too short to walk and have a hope of keeping up.

And when they'd arrived at last, he'd found himself suddenly left completely to his own devices.

Skyhold. He rolls the word around in his mind, staring up, up at the battlements and the clouds beyond. It's a good enough name for the place, he supposes, being up in the mountains as it is. And there's something in it that appeals to him - it's not quite Elvish, not quite Rivendell or Lothlórien, but it's a bit more fanciful than Hobbiton or Bywater, he thinks. As for the place itself, he finds himself a bit overwhelmed - not only with the size (which is enormous in its own right, apart from everything in it being built proportionate to Big People), but with the ceaseless activity and the seemingly endless places to explore and get lost in.

He finds the kitchen first, hobbit-senses guiding him true, but after he's snacked his fill he finds himself wanting to explore more, and he steps carefully down the stairs into the yard. There are folk of all shapes and sizes everywhere (though nobody he recognizes), and he takes a deep breath before walking forward, not quite sure where he's going.

There are Elves here; he knows that much. If nothing else, perhaps the Elves will know more about what's happened and why he's come here. Perhaps they'll at least know Gandalf's name.

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Wary he can understand. It's something that's happened more than once since he'd fallen through the rift, thanks to the green glowing shard in his hand. Even now, there's still folk here who think he's some sort of demon - and all he can really do is what he's been doing so far and try and show that he doesn't mean any harm. Accordingly, he flashes Sam a brief, but friendly sort of smile.

"Well, see, here's the thing. I was going to have a go at getting into the kitchens just now, but there's a cook in there who, well, let's just say we had an interesting first meeting. Now, it's been a long time since breakfast and while normally I'd just ask for a bit of bread or maybe a piece of fruit, I'm not so sure she'll be agreeable to parting with anything. If I had someone with me, though...could be that could change things some. Assuming you'd want to lend a hand here, that is."

Sam tends to be soft-hearted as it is, prone to sympathy and compassion for any fellow creature in pain or in need. But a stranger - not to mention a fellow rifter - who couldn't access the kitchens, of all things?

"You haven't eaten since breakfast?" he asks, with a faint look of horror at the thought. A stubborn expression settles on his face, and he nods stoutly, standing up a bit straighter. "Don't you worry, sir. We'll get you some food. I'll give you my own bread, if I have to." He'd regret the loss of it, of course, but he could hardly let the poor man starve.

Having been in situations before where food's been hard to come by, Sam's offer, while appreciated, isn't one that he intends on taking - especially when it wasn't even going to be an issue, as far as he's concerned. Missing lunch was his fault, anyway, and he wasn't about to take a bit of bread from someone like that, no matter how kindly meant.

"What? Och, no, you'll not have to do that. All I need is someone to come in with me so she'll not turn us down when we ask for something. That way we can both get something to tide us over until supper."

After all, it only seems fair that if Sam is willing to help out, he gets a share of the spoils - even if they only wind up splitting an apple or a bit of cheese. And really, he's not planning on asking for much more than that, so the only problem is dealing with the cook herself. With someone else there, though, he's confident enough they can pull it off, and he starts to head towards the door, only to pause when he gets there, his hand hovering over the door.

"Fair warning, though, she's a bit of a reticent sort, so we might need to try and talk her into it. Should be a bit easier without what had happened last time going on, though."

Sam nods gravely, already entirely invested in the mission. No one would argue that it wasn't a rightful cause, and an important one. The promise of a bit of something for himself doesn't go unnoticed, either, nor unappreciated, and he perks up a bit as he marches towards the kitchen door alongside the Man.

The warning gives him pause, though not too much - he hardly plans on allowing someone like a sour-faced cook stand between a man and his lunch - and he stops, giving his companion a wary look. "Why's that? What happened the last time?"

"Aye, well..." Jamie hesitates for a moment, but if Sam's going to be a part of this, it's only fair he knows what's going on. "The last time I saw her, one of the mages had set her skirts on fire. Or, well, they'd started to, only I put it out."

Luckily it hadn't gotten to the point where it had been a real problem, but it'd still happened. And while you would think someone would be grateful for it, in her case he suspected things might be just a bit different, something that causes him to give Sam a rather frank look.

"Apparently it'd been her fault, mind, since she'd insulted the mage to start with. There's some names you don't want to be calling them. Problem is, even though I wasn't the one who set her on fire, she didn't care for it much when I recommended she might want to go somewhere else where the mages wouldn't bother her. I've a feeling she wanted to blame everyone for it. So you can see why I'm not so sure she'll be all that happy to see me again."

Sam listens to the story gravely, and nods thoughtfully when it's over. "I can see why she might be upset," he muses, "though it's hardly fair of her to take it out on you." He shakes his head. "I wouldn't call any wizard names for love nor money! But don't you worry, sir. We'll get you your lunch, sure enough."

He pauses, looking thoughtfully at Jamie. "You wouldn't happen to have anything like a disguise, would you? That could help us."

Sam is a smart chap, in more ways than one. Not calling a wizard names is obviously a good idea, and one he agrees with wholeheartedly, but using a disguise is a fantastic one - and one that hasn't even crossed his mind. It's something that gets his eyes to widen for a second or two, but the expression is quickly replaced by a broad and definitely pleased smile.

"Hey, I'd not thought of that! That could work. She's not seen me in anything other than my kilt, so if I can get some trousers, or maybe a long cloak, or..." He snaps his fingers as an idea occurs to him, then gestures towards Sam enthusiastically. "There's some armor I'd gotten for when we got sent out to that Fallow Mire place. I could use that. That's a fantastic idea, ah..."

He blinks, trailing off as he searches for Sam's name and realizes he doesn't have it. It gets him to reach up to itch at his ear, something that doesn't quite hide the now-sheepish look on his face.

"I didn't even ask your name, did I? Sorry about that. I'm Jamie."

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It isn't often that Sam finds himself on the receiving end of such praise. He blushes deeply, bowing a little, and smiles at his new companion, warming to him further.

"Sam Gamgee," he replies. "Even my long cloak would be short on you, I'm afraid. But you'd better find something quick, or all the food will be picked over by the time we get inside!"

While Jamie isn't the tallest of men, it's not hard for him to see that Sam is right - his cloak would still be far too short for this. Not that he'd planned on asking for it, of course, especially not when there's other options.

"Och, don't worry. I know exactly where to go."

At least to get what he's looking for, anyway. There's still places around here he has problems finding, but where he's keeping extra clothing isn't one of them.

"You're right, mind, but I'll be there and back before you even know I'm gone. Ah...although I should ask if you'd rather stay here and wait or come with me." That would probably be a good thing to find out, he reckons, and he tilts his head slightly, giving Sam a somewhat quizzical look. "Any preferences there, then?"

Sam hesitates, then makes a decision, shaking his head. "I'll wait here," he says stoutly. "I've walked enough lately, and besides I'd only slow you down. In any case someone should stay here, to serve as a watch, don't you think?" The eagerness is evident in his face as he looks up. It's not a grand quest like going off to Mordor, this, but it's just enough of an adventure to be exciting.

Sam's a good chap for being willing to stay, and the fact he's willing to do so is enough that Jamie reaches out out and goes to clap him appreciatively on the shoulder, so long as Sam's alright with it. If not, that's fine - not everyone is fond of those sorts of gestures as Jamie is, but he wants him to know that he appreciates the offer all the same. So he gives Sam a smile as well, a broad one meant to convey the same sort of feeling.

"Aye. That way we'll know if she decides to leave or if she's still in there. Good thinking, Sam. Look, I'll not be long at all, but if it does look like anyone's coming out, don't let them know what we're on about, alright?"

Not that he thinks Sam will, but a little extra caution never hurt matters any, and with one last quick smile he takes off at a jog, heading down the corridor to where his clothes are currently stashed. Luckily, the place he's currently keeping his clothes isn't far as well, and he should be there and back fairly quickly.

But Sam only beams at Jamie as he claps a hand to his shoulder, obviously pleased and happy with the praise. He nods enthusiastically and settles himself into a watchful pose as the Man heads off, ready to keep a sharp lookout.

It's not too long before his new friend returns, and Sam manages somehow to stand up even straighter than he had been as he comes into view. "No one in or out," he tells him. "Though I did hear voices, and one of them none too happy. If I had my guess I'd say she's in a bit of a stew. We'd best be careful."

How Sam pulls off standing up even straighter, Jamie may never know - yet it happens all the same, leaving him start to wonder about it for those few seconds before the report comes in and gets him grimacing ever so faintly instead.

He's been hoping that maybe the cook would have duties elsewhere, but no such luck, it seems. And with her in a stew...well, other people might decide that the risk isn't worth it. Now that he's gone to the the point that he's gotten the disguise on, though, he's determined to have a go at it. If nothing else, Sam deserves it for being willing to stick around. So after a moment, the grimace fades away, replaced by a determined expression as he placed his hand on the door.

"Right. If it looks bad, then we'll just have to come up with a plan as we go. For right now, though, let's see if she'll take pity on a poor hungry scout and his young friend."

With that, he reached over and went to push the door open, holding it so they could step through together.

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