When he arrived he eyes the small crowd of others that had gathered. He recognized almost all of them, knew their names and their stories. He stood before a group of men he knew to work in the redheaded lumberjack's shop, as well as the large, burly man himself. Noah had helped the redheaded man gather firewood with Korbin's lead from the Palace before, so he may as well help again. He watched as the man from the bar approached Korbin. He wasn't sure of his name, even though a few weeks ago now he had watched him play drinking games in the Kraai. He stepped towards Chulane, reaching his hand out towards him. "Noah Olson?" He gave his name and awaited he handshake, hoping that the man would not think he did not even know his own name. If it came, he would then turn his attention briefly to Korbin.
"We'll gather all the firewood we can find?" He gestured back to the group of lumberjacks and shop hands he had been standing with briefly. The way his voice turned up at the end of his sentences and turned them into questions made color fire into his cheeks, though with the windburn it was not very noticeable.
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Noah will help gather firewood!
And detached as boats to the dock?
