noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
There was something familiar, but eerie, about this man before them. Noah watched him carefully, eyes moving to the tarp he held. Noah's gut twisted with a knowing, and he leaned back some, glancing over at Morgan as she asked the question that -- somewhere, deep in his hunter's mind -- he already knew the answer to. When the man's name followed, Noah felt his whole body clench. How...could this be? The attuned took a step back as the icy man lowered the tarp-covered body to the ground, exposing it for what it was. Noah's already clenched stomach twisted and he swallowed. He looked to Morgan and back to Jace, or the man that claimed to be him. It did not make sense.
"That's what you say happened to her..." Noah started, finally summoning enough of his composure to lean on a knee and inspect the body of the once-Archmage further, "...then what happened to you?" Noah knew that Jace Launceleyn had only been a boy when his abandoned mother sacrificed him. If this really was Jace, then what Noah had originally thought his fate was not true -- the Eirachi did not kill him. But did she nurture him? The natural doubted that, too.
