Trying to see the list to which he clung, Noah leaned just slightly towards him. He waited, carefully and quietly, for the response before he moved on. Noah didn't need to push his fellow Halovian into something he didn't want, but Noah would always offer assistance.
A wide smile broke his face at the mention of firewood. "You're in luck. I just ordered some of that myself." He stepped forward, and gestured for Glas to follow him. "I got the boys delivering it to my house. When they come back to get my part of the barter, we'll send em with a load to your place. How's that sound?" He looked back towards Glas, to make sure he was coming with him and wasn't getting stuck in the crowd. "The crafting wood, hmm," He said, the list of merchants he knew to be regulars running through his head, "this way."
Noah turned down another isle, eyes moving across the booths and tables. He nodded every so often when he met the eyes of acquaintances. "My name's Noah, by the way. Noah Olson."
