He made quick work of his luxere. He moved with precision and practice, pulling out what needed to stay without cutting and hacking at viable meat. "Weaver," He uttered her name with his voice laced with curiosity. He pulled at the luxere in an attempt to close the now-open body cavity as much as possible to keep as much blood off of him in the trip home, looking over at her. "Tell me again about this quest from Ludo you're on."
Noah turned to slip his pack off his shoulder. From inside, he pulled out two stained, large, sheet-looking cloths. He tossed one in Weaver's direction, along with a handful of twine. He wrapped his own luxere in the fabric and tress it up with his own bundle of twine. Sliding it over to his pack, he attached the luxere to the various straps. He stood, then, carefully lifting the creature and his pack up an over his shoulder. "I don't mean this in an offensive way," He started, lifting a hand in a 'please don't hit me' sort of way before continuing, "I just didn't think the gods interacted as much with Abandoned." Noah's questioning statement could be totally off base, and he wouldn't even know it. That is the reason he chose to ask it. Weaver was a woman he trusted, and he knew she trusted him. She would tell him about the gods with her own understanding and with honesty. All Noah knew, really, was what his parents had taught him before they died. Since attuning, he had not had too much reason to seek them out, and thus his knowledge remained small. noah olson |
