NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah "Mistakes don't discount what is true." Noah said, simply. While the Firebrand might feel as though what he has done takes away this as his home, or might feel less welcome in this place, the fact remained: this was his home. Noah picked up his lantern and stood from the table. He moved towards his office and set it on his desk, where he knew it would be safe until the festival. He came back towards the table where he left Loren, and rested his hands on the back of a chair, facing the man. "I don't think you're a bad man, Loren. Even if you've made mistakes and done bad things." Noah didn't know the extent of his history, but he believed in grace. He even believed it for the Firebrand's brother, and Noah knew he had willingly sacrificed a child (or meant to). "But if there's repentance to be made for the mistakes you've made, I hope it makes this place feel more like home to you."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
