Noah
Who needs beef when you have the rich, lean, luxurious meat of luxere?
Noah made his way through the Citadel with the dead deer-like creature swung over his shoulders. It was gutted and no longer dripping blood, but the Sentinel's coat that kept him warm was stained from carrying the beast. His breath came out in labored puffs, but the feat was much easier for the demigod than many other hunters within the frozen land. Strength and endurance played a large role these days in what he could do.
Coincidentally, he was making his way towards the same butcher shop as Alys. Noah recognized her from the recent trip she had taken with the wardens and himself. Stepping up to match stride with her, Noah offered a warm smile and a greeting. "Hello, Alys."
