It wasn’t too long from Hector’s shop until they were at his doorstep. Noah motioned for Alys to follow him with his chin before ducking in to the door on the side of the house. ”This is my processing room. People can come here to trade with me, or leave me requests for hunts.” Noah said, moving the Luxere off his shoulders and onto the large, waist height table.
He then crossed the room and took off his hunting coat, now fully covered in blood, and replaced it with a warm sweater that gave him greater freedom of movement. Rolling up his sleeves as he gestured to the other counter, Noah raised his eyebrow towards Alys. ”Do you prefer a big knife or a small knife for cutting up your vegetables?” He asked. ”I’ll go get something that is better for you than the boning and carving knives I have in here. I’ll check on Cordelia, too.”
