”With Boreal defending it I’m not afraid of bandits taking it away. We’ll get back to it, so long as we end up in the same place. Hopefully, though, we’ll just be in and out of the Celestine.” Noah said, trying to give the man a confident and reassuring smile as he fitted himself with a disguise. There was another jacket, older in style and made of leather, but clearly from Stormbreak. Noah slipped it on. It was tight across his broad shoulders, but not too inhibiting that he couldn’t use his arms.
Noah moved towards the skyboat’s ladder and climbed enough rungs until he could reach the bottom. He ran his hand along the bottom, collecting dust and dirt and general grime. He ran his hands over his hair, his beard, darkening the blond hairs with the debris. Clambering down, Noah’s feet landed on the sand again. ”REady?” He asked.
Noah moved towards the skyboat’s ladder and climbed enough rungs until he could reach the bottom. He ran his hand along the bottom, collecting dust and dirt and general grime. He ran his hands over his hair, his beard, darkening the blond hairs with the debris. Clambering down, Noah’s feet landed on the sand again. ”REady?” He asked.
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