in a place like this, they think you're forever young

Noah

we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us

There were very few bars in Halo, but Noah had spent enough time in them after hunts to know the culture. Finding the White Hart was fairly easy, the description of luxere antlers as door handles a distinct feature. Noah knew the difference between luxere antlers and the antlers of other deer, with or without their bright glow. He made his way into the bar and ordered himself the whiskey that Weaver had always kept in stock for him, the one she had picked out with just the hunter in mind. Satisfied with his drink, he headed over to a table in the corner and waited. He sipped at the whiskey and merely watched around the bar, glacier eyes sliding quickly enough over the other patrons as to not draw any attention to himself.

the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.