NOAH
Noah shook his head. ”Not in Dygra’s name.” He offered a hand to the ancient, ready to help him back to his feet despite the renewed vigor in his bones. ”In Vi’s. As his demigod he has blessed me greatly.” Noah shifted some so that the spear on his back was more stable between his shoulder blades. ”It is my most powerful gift. The stag is second. I can also teleport short distances.” Noah trailed off slightly in his tone, trying not to make it seem like he was bragging. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to show his whole hand, but so far the other man had not displayed any reason for Noah not to trust him.
He tilted his head slightly, then, looking back at the pile of rubble that used to be a golem. ”I spoke to you over the mental bond but you didn’t respond.” The mental bond, of course, for the attuned and those that could still access it, like Demi’s. ”Do you think there is anyone down in that cellar?” He asked, pointing to the doors that Noah had wanted his friend to defend.
He tilted his head slightly, then, looking back at the pile of rubble that used to be a golem. ”I spoke to you over the mental bond but you didn’t respond.” The mental bond, of course, for the attuned and those that could still access it, like Demi’s. ”Do you think there is anyone down in that cellar?” He asked, pointing to the doors that Noah had wanted his friend to defend.
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone
