NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
The hunter was keen to listen for any sounds of entrance. After all, he really was there waiting for people. He lifted his icy eyes, expecting it to be a citizen looking for him. He wasn't surprised to see Loren, as a member of the council, entering the council building. He offered him a small smile and shrugged his shoulders some, his head gently shaking. "You didn't interupt anything. You're welcome to join me, if you'd like. I've been holding open hours, and since no one has stopped in for a while I was just starting a lantern for the festival--" He gestured at the table with one hand, and sat down in his chair, but stopped his sentence short for a moment. He hesitated only because of who he was making his lantern for. "--in memory of Weaver." He finally decided to say. As Astra trotted towards him Noah reached out to scratch the luxere behind an ear. He knew the Firebrand's grief must still give him pain -- after all, he had cared for the once-Warden. Noah, too, felt the wound throb even at the mention of her name.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
