I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah listened as the stranger went on, answering his questions. Oliver offered more information that what Noah expected. It made his face light up with a little surprise. The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he went on about Ludo and Safrin. While the stranger did not know much about the one associated with death, Noah could fill in his own blanks there. He knew Delphine knew about the god -- for better or worse. Oliver's adoration of Safrin, however, was the first time he had heard about the goddess. He nodded fervently, "I will have to call for her, to see how true that is." His smile broke open to show some teeth, a jesting glint shifting over his glacier eyes. However, the hunter's brows knit together as he moved the conversation towards Frey. This Oliver seemed to have a very different opinion that what he had heard before. "Hmm." Maybe Frey prefered women, like Phoebe. Noah shrugged, either way. The door to the tavern opened and a few people stumbled in. The hunter turned to look at who was coming in, but one of them -- his neighbor -- was beckoning for him with both hands. "Thank you for your time, Oliver." Noah said, standing. "I'm sorry to cut it short." He pointed with his chin over his shoulder at the group of men gathering his attention, before extending a hand towards Oliver for him to shake. "If you're ever back in Halo, keep in touch." And with that, the hunter met with the rest of the group and followed them out of the tavern.
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