noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
Noah had not intended to interrupt the meeting of the stranger and the Warden, but he followed the same path home through the gates as any Halovian. He had been out hunting, but now he looked before him as an unfamiliar man--at least, as unfamiliar from the backside as any man could be--moved towards the same gates he planned to enter. Noah's eyebrows knit together in their usual form, his brain rolling through who the man could be. As he walked behind him and observed, he saw the familiar tangle of bright hair step through the gates. Relief settled over him for a moment when he saw Morgan, but also a high sense of protection bubbled in his chest. He believed the woman could defend herself well, but he also thought that of Weaver.
Noah closed the distance between them, though he stood a few luxere-lengths away from the other two. He joined them just soon enough to hear the stranger's words. Noah looked him up and down, curiously. "And you are, exactly?" He asked, voice neutral but with a coldness that only came from being born and raised in this tundra. From his back hung a seal, small but with enough blubber to make a decent amount of candles, and enough meat to feed a family for a few weeks.
