Noah ventured to the Hollowed Grounds to scout out some land to try and rehabilitate. He was mounted on the back of his new and great steed. The unicorn’s ears twisted around and his nostrils flared in the new space, but he stepped forward on massive and confident hooves. Noah reached down to scratch his neck for reassurance. As they moved through the inner workings of the Grounds, Noah would smile and wave at those he remembered and that chose to greet him much the same. Last time the hunter had been here, he helped reconstruct their town hall. Some of them, especially those that helped with the project, seemed to welcome him.
While not having a leader may not be benefiting the people at the time, it benefitted Noah in that it wasn’t someone who despised him and banned him from the place his god has tasked him to assist. He came upon a small clearing and Vi’dore stopped at the edge. The Sentinel slid down from his companion’s back and knelt down to touch the soil. It was dry and warm, and the grass was already starting to die in the heat of the start of summer.
