the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Noah didn't have much else to say about the attack. Living in a world where murderers and cannibals existed just outside their doors made him feel uneasy. To be drawn, gods know how, to such a way of life, was utterly wretched. his stomach flipped thinking about how they attacked Glas and his family, and his own killing of one in the tundra. He let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding in, before turning briefly to Glas and stopping. A broad, strong hand reached out and rested on the younger, smaller shoulder. "It's okay to carry the scar. You're not the only one with such a mark." He was, however, the only one that Noah could recall that had received such a scar from a cannibal and not from a wolf or a ursur. Somehow, it was different, and even Noah knew that. But seeing this kid--this young man--live his life and navigate his own streets in the manner that he did made Noah want to give him all of his own confidence.
"I'll have the firewood you need delivered to your house when I see those boys that delivered mine." He finally said, giving Glas's shoulder one last squeeze before letting go. "For now, I've got some more errands to run that will take me outside of Snowcloak." He turned to head towards the gates, but hesitated, "If you ever need anything, I'm easy to find." With that, Noah turned fully and headed away, adjusting his clothes and his gear for optimal warmth as he headed out to check a few of his traps.
He meant what he said -- if Glas needed anything, Noah would be there.
-FIN
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
