A hunter, a soldier, a defender, a father, a husband, a Sentinel. Noah was many things these days. Honorable and dutiful in every ounce of himself, Noah would do the next right thing. Today, that was coming to the aid of his warden and his people. Rebuilding and refinishing and strengthening their walls. Ice had a way of taking no prisoners as it snuck between bricks and mortar and tore it apart slowly and surely. There had always been repairs happening. Noah couldn't remember a day in his life when he didn't see at least one man or woman slapping down new mud and laying new bricks, or patching over holes that formed as ice picked away what was there. More often than not in the last years, he had been at their sides, learning as he went along how to better construct and repair their city walls.
The Sentinel strode in atop Vi'dore, with Eira chirping overhead and circling near Belial once she was close enough. Noah flung a lung around before the cloven-hooved unicorn stopped, patting him on the neck as he gained his footing. "Tell us where to start." Noah said as he drew in a long, readying breath. The cold air filled his lungs and he began to take tools from the bags that hung over his companion.
Noah has come with his companions, packs full of beginner (used, secondhand) masonry tools, some lengths of rope, and a few knives sheathed in his belt. He does not have any of his weapons from his profile listed.
Noah
the sentinel of the north
