NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah made a small noise of interest at Fox's comment, but it wasn't enough for him to stir conversation about it. He wouldn't be surprised if Evie or Deimos had been here to try and work out some politics with someone, or a group of people, since the Grounds were without a leader. It also wouldn't surprise him if Talyson had been here on a delivery, or if Deimos had come to meet with Darkeye and stumbled across this man. All in all, it didn't seem unusual to the advisor that Halovians were frequenting this place. "It's never warm in Halo, even in Longheat."
Noah crouched and, like he had been doing before, grabbed a handful of dirt to inspect it. It did seem better, darker and richer, than what he had looked at before -- but, in all reality, Noah was a hunter and not a farmer or gardener, so he didn't really know what he was looking for. He wasn't ready to really admit that, yet, even with Fox's ready admission. "I think knowing this spot will intrude less on the locals and their farms means more than the actual virility of the soil." Noah stayed crouched but rested his forearms on his knees. Jutting his chin up towards the jar on Fox's belt, the hunter asked "What are those?"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
