Noah did not have many negative thoughts plaguing his mind about Deepfrost. He knew what needed t be done and he was trying his best to make it happen. Business and life as usual. He wondered if Weaver had always felt this way, or if these feelings that he interpreted as bitterness only sprouted since the opening of the portals. Knowledge of the rest of the world seemed to be twisting some people's minds about Halo. Noah, well, he loved Halo. This was his home. All he had ever known was ice and snow and cold and survival. The idea of traveling the world and broadening his horizons seemed a fine thought to have, but it did not entice him like it seemed to so many others -- maybe even Weaver herself?
He nodded, a small hmm of thought leaving his lips. This Wessex character seemed to be quite popular. "I'm interested to see if any outlanders will make Halo their permanent home, outside of those already leading out government, that is." Noah had yet to meet the knew council, and he didn't feel strongly about them being outlanders. He only wanted Halo to thrive, and if they were able to make that happen, the elder Olson would welcome it. Their rule so far had not hindered his life, and so long as it continued that way, the man would feel indifferent about it all.
He perked up at the mention of trading with the other lands. This caught his interest. Ezekiel was awfully charismatic, and his charm often got them the better end of trading deals here in the frostland. "I wouldn't mind opening up some trade between the different places in the world. What have you found thats interesting?"
