Noah Hope seems gone But we'll make it out alive ”Ah, an outlander book then, I’m assuming.” Noah said, leaning back in his stool some. His spear clinked slightly and rolled, but without missing a beat the demigod grabbed it and returned it t is spot leaning up against the bar beside him. As Nikolai went on and described what the author did have to say, Noah listened intently. His face stayed as glacial as ever, easily masking the fact that the opinions being presented to him went over his head. Taking a sip of his whiskey and finishing the glass, he motioned to the bartender to fill it again. With a grumble and an accent that sounded like he was chewing on rock, the bartender filled the Halovian’s drink and cursed him at the same time. Noah ignored it, knowing he had paid enough at the start of his time to fill his bell with as much liquor as he desired. Finally, after letting the information and opinion roll over is mind, Noah was ready to respond. Picking up his full glass, the hunter swished the golden liquid as he spoke — or, well, thought aloud. ”I think its a beautiful reflection of a solid truth. You can change the exterior, but the soul always stays. You can see parts of that in attuned—their animal shifts can retain scars and even the eye colors of their human form. A way to say that some things within cannot be changed no matter what happens to them.” Little did he know, by saying what he did, he could be encouraging the ascended before him. |
