[PQ] creature comforts

NOAH

I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"

Noah had yet to meet any of the new government in Halo. He had not been avoiding them, per say, but his life had just not yet needed to cross their path. This, however, was a good a time as any. Initially, Noah felt angry about the portal to Halo being closed during Longnight. However, the more he thought it over, the more comfortable he became. Closing and guarding the portal was their best bet to keep the monsters he had learned about away--after all, he was not sure if monsters could come through the portal. Along with that, knowing that Halo was offering Longnight solace to some Grounders made Noah feel more at ease with the decision.

And when he read about the council needing help to prepare for these temporary refugees, it was a no brainer. Noah Olson would help.

He made his way to the palace with some random tools in tow. Two hammers, a few knives, and a (though unfortunately somewhat dull) saw hung from his pack. Stuffed into the pack were some old clothes of his parents that, though aged, were definitely warm and usable. He had no problem donating them to those in need. He had seen what some outlanders had chosen to wear in Halo, and come Deepfrost none of it would be acceptable. Entering the frozen palace, Noah eyed a man standing tall and stiff. Hmm, he internally mumbled, thinking it quite fitting for a man of government to be standing so statuesque. He closed the distance between them, nodding to the man, before offering him a hand. "Noah Olson, here to help."

He looked over to Korbin, eyes furrowing as the boy steadied himself on a wall. He nodded to him, choosing not to say anything before this stranger, but the concern on his face was apparent.

But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...