"Maybe so," Fox agrees with a smile that surprises even himself with its sincerity. He doesn't truly believe it, of course, because he's been alone for so long that change is as daunting as it is impossible to visualise, but it's a nice sentiment all the same. Smiling one last time between the Sentinel's two companions, he shifts his pack on his back and glances around as if to check for further flinthoppers - it wouldn't shock him to see some jumping about at their feet, bold as you like.
It's safe, though, and he offers a nod to Noah in response to his gratitude. "Any time. If you want to know anything more about the land, the farms you saw back there will probably be able to tell you more than I can. But if you need anything hunted, there's a board in the Inner Quarter. You can look me up there."
With nothing more to say, Fox raises a hand in a wave and then continues on his way, having a long ways to go before he's properly checked his designated perimeter.
~FIN
It's safe, though, and he offers a nod to Noah in response to his gratitude. "Any time. If you want to know anything more about the land, the farms you saw back there will probably be able to tell you more than I can. But if you need anything hunted, there's a board in the Inner Quarter. You can look me up there."
With nothing more to say, Fox raises a hand in a wave and then continues on his way, having a long ways to go before he's properly checked his designated perimeter.
~FIN
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
