NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah listed himself in his chair some as the man approached. He straightened his back and opened his shoulders, watching the man. He was a stranger, though nothing about him seemed hostile. When he clarified, Noah nodded. "Noah Olson." He said. He offered a nod and a small smile, though his features mostly remained cool and neutral as he observed the man. "No bother at all. Please, have a seat." Noah gestured to the chair opposite him. He made eye contact with the waitress that had brought him his drink before. Their wordless communication was simple and easy, and apparently not the only time it had been done. Within seconds, a drink appeared before Henry.
Finally, when Henry introduced himself, Noah leaned his heavy forearm across the table, offering the man his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Henry. What can I help you with?" As far as Noah knew, this man was not a part of any council in the other lands. No letter had come for him for any official business, so whatever this was Noah imagined it was about hunting or tracking or using his non-government skills.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
