NOAH
The heat of the fire did not take long the warm the water. The kettle whistled behind the hunter and he turned to grab it. It was a practiced motion that he hardly had to think of. Grab the pot holder, grab the kettle, pour the water. The hunter did this in what seemed to be one fluid motion, filling each of their mugs to the perfect point with tea bags floating on the surface until saturated enough to sink down into the near-boiling water. The mugs were large, definitely needing two hands in Seren's case to hold, but Noah held it out to her nonetheless. "I liked this blend quite a bit." he regarded of the Torchline tea, the hints of clove strong in it's scent.
"Halovians love Halo, and there are plenty of old men in the library of the palace ready to give anyone who walks by a history lesson." He laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with his -- mostly -- joke. It was true that there were a few men who, pushing into their 70s, loved talking about Halo's history. The majority of Halo's people, however, were still standoffish towards outlanders and would share very little. Noah felt them warming up, in general, but it was slow. Such was the way of this icy world.
"Uh, no, she's not." He said, turning briefly to look at the painting on the south wall. "She left a while ago."
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
