"Thank you, Frey." Noah said, running his hands along his abdomen and down the jacket. Of all the coats and outerwear the hunter had ever adorned, this felt the best. Frey had truly made it for him, with each piece that he had acquired. "This will aid me well." He smiled up at the herald. "I will not let your touch on the north be swallowed by the Voice and her people. The old gods will be known, their power over the world a benefit for its people." The words that left his mouth felt far too grand to be his own words. Once the stoic man let the words of his appreciation and adoration fall, they had a tendency towards artistry. He meant them, though. That was not to be disputed. He was an honest man, and he did not waste any energy in blowing smoke. There was no benefit to such an action.
FIN
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