The Master Carvers had prepared the wooden boxes and told the final story. Sam inspected the box intended for Harry, running his hands over the artwork. This was masterful carving, thought Sam.
Such a simple retelling of a life lived with such colour and courage. There would never be enough room on the box for the stories Sam could tell. He could feel the gentle presence of Soora behind him. He never imposed, though sometimes offering sage advice when needed.
"Yes, said Sam to the carvers, this box is perfect for Harry. If all are approved, we can begin our journey to Dragonstone soon."
The carvers bowed, thankful for their work had been accepted. If it had not, they could lose face.
They were nearly ready for the final wrapping of the Dwarves now. This was always the most upsetting t
