The task to gather a voidborn flora or fauna from Halo was one that Hadama had decided to take for himself since his Academy resistance made it more comfortable for him to tolerate the frigid temperatures that the northern region boasted even in Longheat. He had sent Noah a letter requesting his friend's aid as a guide, though the changes wrought by the tidal waves that had washed across Caido had not left many old landmarks standing if they were anywhere near the coast.
Or were now underwater, as the case may be.
He met Noah outside the Citadel gates, where the waters of the bay very nearly allowed him entry to the city of Snowcloak itself. He could not hide his weariness, but he still held himself with a calm and determined gravitas as he bore up under the rebuilding of Torchline and the pursuit of this quest to protect his people. He carried his trident with him, but he hoped it would not be needed today. More important was the waterproof box upon his back that made swimming awkward, but held what he would need to bring their quarry safely home to Torchline.
Or at least, he hoped it would be safely contained.
"Noah," he greeted when the other man emerged. "How is your family?"
Or were now underwater, as the case may be.
He met Noah outside the Citadel gates, where the waters of the bay very nearly allowed him entry to the city of Snowcloak itself. He could not hide his weariness, but he still held himself with a calm and determined gravitas as he bore up under the rebuilding of Torchline and the pursuit of this quest to protect his people. He carried his trident with him, but he hoped it would not be needed today. More important was the waterproof box upon his back that made swimming awkward, but held what he would need to bring their quarry safely home to Torchline.
Or at least, he hoped it would be safely contained.
"Noah," he greeted when the other man emerged. "How is your family?"
