I was born into the light Under wide and open skies Deimos had brought up the venture for mageglass in their last council meeting, and Noah was ready and prepared to search for it. While the mineral did not help him in particular, it was something that could certainly strengthen their people and their home in turn. If not to be used personally like Sah's amulet, Noah had wondered if mageglass could help something if crafted with some of the materials the Halovians had been harvesting from all parts of the tundra.
Noah followed at the group's rear, ears half shifted and listening for dangers behind them. Though the Fangs were not the same formidable range of mountains they had been before, danger still lurked behind every turn the adventurers took. He scratched idly at Boreal's head when the dragon bumped against his hand, but his focus was on the tundra around them. The wind howled, and as Deimos slowed, as did he.
Lifting his chin to look around where Deimos had gestured, Noah's body tightened some. Spear and bow and quiver across his back, he surveyed the area.
Noah is here with everything on his profile, except companions, including a bow and 12 arrows in his quiver. (Dunno if I have to list stuff for this type, but thought it would be wise!)
Noah Olson the sentinel of the north |
