Noah's voice is smooth and clear. Leaned against a post by his right forearm, raised above his head. He had been watching the younger man for quite a while now. He looked a little confused, or maybe overwhelmed. Admittidly, the Citadel was bustling with frantic activity. The Halovians were preparing for the ast-approaching Deepfrost, as well as the arrival of the Hollowed Grounds refugees. Noah himself was here trading today. He had an order of firewood he had paid a trio of younglings boys to deliver to his house, and now he was waiting for them to come back so he could give them the bundle of dried meat for them to table back home to their family.
The tall man pushed off the post and straightened up. He shifted the bag that draped across his body before turning towards the other blond. "Do you know where you're going?" He asked as he closed the distance between them, having to dodge a few women with large baskets full of dried fruits and baked goods from outside of Halo.
