NOAH
"No," The Sentinel shook his head, "Vi is the God of Life. He wouldn't have done this." At least, not for any reason Noah could think of. These creatures seemed innocent -- he couldn't identify, in the moment, any reason for their death. "Where did you see this happen before?" He asked the stranger as she moved towards the dead herd of ramphire. Noah sucked in a breath when she knelt down and pulled out her knife. His face tightened and concern clouded his eyes. "Don't you worry that whatever struck them down might also infect you?" He wondered aloud, though he walked over to a different ramphire and nudged it with the blunt end of his spear before rolling it over.
Maeve needed to know about this.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
