The sun's coming up
Noah nodded, taking another unashamedly long drink of his tea. "That makes sense. Perhaps that is why Frey accepted it as they did." Because Vi was the one who called to Noah. Noah did not leave his loyalty to Frey and seek out the god of life. If he had, maybe the herald would feel differently. Or perhaps not. It was Frey, after all.
"Again, wise." Noah said, finishing off his tea without a second thought. He could feel the warm liquid swishing in his belly, and he didn't even care. For a man with very few gluttonous tendencies, he couldn't help but devour this tea like it was his last before death row. Maybe it was laced with something -- Torchline was a place of surprises. "I asked that question rather pointedly, I'll admit." He said, shifting in his chair and letting his mug rest on the arm, his pointer finger curled in the handle. "I was ready to talk you out of the front lines of battle."
But the steel around your heart is starting to rust
