Sitting in the leather chair draped in ursur fur, warmed by the hearth of her fire, Noah let out a breath. It wasn't quite a sigh, but it was more than just a normal physiological occurrence. "I want to first thank you for all that you did for Halo -- are doing for Halo." Although Noah's two tours as warden hadn't lasted long, there was a weight to his presence and his words that the people still looked up to. "I came to talk to you about your council. You and Deimos haven't set anyone in place yet,."








