Noah
It had been a long time since the two men had been able to sit over a drink together, and war not be on the horizon. There were no necessary bouts of strategy happening over half-tasted mead, or maps between drawn out between them with battlements placed. Instead, there was just warmth and laughter and merriment within the Kraai as Halo began to turn towards the coldest of seasons outside.
He sat in the corner booth the locals knew he liked best, idly thumbing the handle of his stein as he waited for Deimos. With peace in the world, but specifically with peace across and covering Halo, the two men might actually have the time for this. Noah could feel a familiar bit of unease twist in the bottom of his stomach, an anxiety that came with rebuilding what would never be what once was, but could be something new.
He sat in the corner booth the locals knew he liked best, idly thumbing the handle of his stein as he waited for Deimos. With peace in the world, but specifically with peace across and covering Halo, the two men might actually have the time for this. Noah could feel a familiar bit of unease twist in the bottom of his stomach, an anxiety that came with rebuilding what would never be what once was, but could be something new.
