Only way through is to follow the fog
The notion of the Hailstorm's demise and the Sparkbird's presence did not hold Noah's attention for long. After all, neither of them were a matter of Halo -- not anymore, and (hopefully) not ever. "I'd like to meet with Evie. I don't know her that well, but Halo chose her alongside you. So I'd like to change that." And as a (perpetually) concerned resident of Halo, he wanted to bend the woman's ear to his worries. A council was needed among them, to aid the Sword and the Evergreen in the stress and multitudes that leadership brought. "That sounds like a good plan." The Sentinel agreed, heading towards the broken pieces of wood and scrap and stone. He labored alongside the warlord until it was done, and finally slapped him on the shoulder as they walked away. "Drinks one me, food on you."
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