The hunter's eyes instantly fixed on the water as it pulled up and drew the stranger above, yet closer to, him. He shifted his weight back some, but did not move from the position he had chosen. "Noah Olson." He returned, examining the mer in the water and realizing he wasn't as much a stranger as he thought. He had seen the golden-marked king when Safrin called upon them, despite how his attention had focused so closely on the herald and little on the others.
Noah wasn't sure he wanted to divulge that he, a grown (and awfully burly) man were here collecting rocks because he liked them and thought they were cool, or that if he did say that the the dignified looking mermanta would even believe him. Instead, he gave a placeholder answer, with his voice neutral and honest in its tones. "Just exploring. Still getting the map of everything in my mind after the war." After all, everything had changed drastically, and the hunter had only started venturing this far from home in the last few weeks since returning from the Draig.
Noah wasn't sure he wanted to divulge that he, a grown (and awfully burly) man were here collecting rocks because he liked them and thought they were cool, or that if he did say that the the dignified looking mermanta would even believe him. Instead, he gave a placeholder answer, with his voice neutral and honest in its tones. "Just exploring. Still getting the map of everything in my mind after the war." After all, everything had changed drastically, and the hunter had only started venturing this far from home in the last few weeks since returning from the Draig.
