the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Noah was not a carpenter, but he was knowledgeable enough to know where the carpenters shopped. Since the portals opened, Rusty's business was booming. He was able to harvest and mill more wood than ever before, and the variety was so enticing to the Halovians that used his service it kept him wealthy enough. From deep within the shop, the Halovian lumberjack emerged. A big, burly man, larger and broader than Noah, slapped the attuned on the shoulder in greeting. Rusty asked Noah what he needed, but the reindeer stepped aside and gestured towards Glas. "Here's your customer. Westfall." Familiarity and understanding filled the lumberjack's face and he reached out a massive hand towards Glas.
What can I do fer ya, boy? He asked, deep voice gruff but friendly enough. Noah stood there, looking between the lumberjack and the carpenter's son. He smiled warmly, almost excitedly, and crossed his arms over his chest.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
