The last time Noah was at the Jack Tar landing was when he helped build the skyport here. Now, he was here to inspect the thing. He walked slowly and took notes in his little book, brows screwing tighter together with every scrupulous look. There seemed to be quite a bit of repairs necessary for it to function at its utmost. Without the frequent use of it, even in just a few seasons, it had dilapidated enough that any larger skyboat that tried to dock here would have a hard time navigating the cracked and warped wood.
Frowning, Noah stuck his book back in his pocket and his hands along with it. Sighing, the Forsaken made his way to the marketplace. This Deepfrost day was crisp, the chilly air swirling around him as he made his way up and down the aisles. He got a few looks, and more whispers turned and hidden behind hands than anything else. But no one gave him much of a fuss other than that, even when he handed over a few coins and was given fish in return, though each of their looks stung as they whispered about Vi's demigod and the light in the Temple from the other night.
Frowning, Noah stuck his book back in his pocket and his hands along with it. Sighing, the Forsaken made his way to the marketplace. This Deepfrost day was crisp, the chilly air swirling around him as he made his way up and down the aisles. He got a few looks, and more whispers turned and hidden behind hands than anything else. But no one gave him much of a fuss other than that, even when he handed over a few coins and was given fish in return, though each of their looks stung as they whispered about Vi's demigod and the light in the Temple from the other night.
the forsaken
