NOAH
There were parts of Noah that would always be formal. Introducing himself to someone new was one of those things. His father had taught him to be polite and be good, which caused him always to give first and last name upon introduction. When she gave him the same pleasure, Noah nodded and committed the name and face to memory. He had a knack for remembering names and faces, anyway. "I only come to Torchline to trade. I'm from Halo." It was easy to see in the paler tone of his skin and the general ruggedness about him.
"Okay, that's a good start. So you were holding your bow correctly then." His eyes brightened as he talked, an excitement and talent coming forth as he spoke to her. "Look at the target. Now, take your hands and put them up, like this," He lifted both of his hands, arms straight with palms out, and made a triangle out of his forefingers and thumbs, "With both of your eyes, focus on it through the opening in your hands." The hunter looked at the woman from the corner of his eyes, to assure she was following him. "Now draw your hands back to your face. Whichever eye your body naturally draws to, that is the eye you are dominant with."
And if you drink the water,
It might just stop the pain
It might just stop the pain
