Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
The hunter followed the others over the bridge. He kept the arrow nocked in his bow, his body tense and ready to fire. The back of his neck prickled as Loren mentioned finding the cultists here before. He wondered if anyone else knew that the healer had stumbled upon them in these caves. Noah, himself, did not know the details -- and his curiosity knew its place. Now was not the time to further dissect Loren's history. So, he simply stored the information away, should it become helpful later for him to know more, he would know to ask.
The voice was brushed off, for now, but that did not make Noah feel comfortable. He knew these two men were powerful -- he had seen Loren in action before, and there was something about Deimos that screamed power. The hunter was not so keen to brush something that both of these men reacted too so quickly. However, he would not let this discomfort slip through the mental bond they shared. The blue sparks ahead caught his attention just as their's, and their hesitancy leaked over into him. He stayed silent, and followed, unable to express anything across the bond in his human form.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
