the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
While Noah was not the one who would be able to help Glas get all of what he needed, he was still pleased and willing to show the younger man the way to those who could help. Crossing his arms across his broad chest, Noah leaned back against a large, sturdy shelf. It did not move, the lumber stacked on it far outweighing the hunter. He watched Rusty look the scarred man up and down while he listed off what he needed.
The redhead nodded at the list, but chuckled some. His big belly jigged as he did so, and he turned to look at Noah, as if trying to pry a chuckle out of the hunter as well. Noah didn't understand what was funny, so he merely lifted a brow, and looked carefully at Glas. He was not sure how the carpenter's son would take to being laughed at.
"Wha's your da sending over for payment?" Rusty asked over his shoulder as he turned away from them. The large lumberjack gestured to a few, younger-looking but equally burly redheaded men. Noah knew them to be his sons. the boys scuttled off to gather what Glas had asked for.
"So, what's the project?" Noah asked Glas, still leaning against the shelf.
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
