Noah Hope seems gone But we'll make it out alive After his meeting with Safrin, Noah knew he needed to go where the sunshine was. The frozen world that surrounded him surely did offer sun -- at this time of year longer than any other -- but there was nothing in Halo compared to the rays of Torchline. Using his compass, the man easily transported from the Citadel to the middle of the coastal city, then using his own demigod abilities he hopped about as he wanted to. Noah was suspicious of the cold that seemed to hold on to the place. This did not feel like anything else he had encountered in this place at such a time of year. Noah wandered about, hoping to pick up on some of what the locals were saying about it. Perhaps then after he would travel to see Maeve. With his spear slung over his back, Noah headed to the Hanged Man to hopefully eavesdrop on some conversation about the off weather. Ordering himself some whiskey and taking a seat at the bar, Noah sat and listened for hours. He held small conversations here and there, but finally fell silent to his drink. When a man came in and also took residence at the bar, Noah looked up briefly, and caught the man opening a book. "What is that you're reading?" Noah asked, shifting upon his stool to look at the man. The ring on his hand did not indicate that he was an accepted, so there were limited options. He let the thought press down in his mind, though, for the curiosity of why a man would be reading in a bar in Torchline far outweighed his wonderings of what race he was. |
