every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
Her offer of what the guild membership meant didn't seem so hard. He knew a great deal about the creatures of Halo, prey and predator alike. The rest of the world, however, he was less versed in. Perhaps stepping into this guild would be a way for him to gain that knowledge. Noah smiled, softly. "Well, that doesn't seem so bad. You can count me in, if you'd have me." As the bartender refilled her glass, Noah rested his hand over his gently to indicate that he was finished. He had been trying to keep it to only one -- this same whiskey was what he had drowned himself in not a few nights ago, sitting darkly in grief.
She recanted the tale enough for him to follow about the white dragon hunt. "Dragons are elusive. They don't like to be found, and when they are, it would surely be a feat to get to the heart." He didn't want to tell her that if they had found the dragon, her Adam and Peter would not have been the only bodies left in the Fangs. It could be implied, however, from the way he looked at her. "But I am sorry you lost a friend." Some might have followed that up with: at least it wasn't lost, the sacrifice helped rebuild the temple, blag blah blah... Noah, however, didn't feel he was in such a place do to so. Temples and shrines hadn't meant much to him until just recently, and even then he had only been left empty handed and cursed.
NOAH
