Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Noah was not sure how long he would be able to stay out in the cold like this, but he wanted to draw more information about Zariah. He huddled up in his cloak the best he could, listening to Morgan speak her opinion of the other mage. "Well, her crimes as well as Neron's, I guess." He nodded, more to himself than to her. "Offering a child to a god to be murdered is...abhorrent." Murdering the innocent was something that Noah did not think was permissible in life. It was why he dealt with the turmoil of having killed the man in the tundra on a hunt with Korbin. He had done it, truly, to protect himself and the raven. The man had already committed a crime large enough to be living in Whitebrim, but the guttural sound of the woman accompanying him would never leave Noah's memory. He looked up to Morgan. "I am interested to see what Weaver will do with them. If it was your decision, how would you punish them?" Noah wanted to see both Neron and Zariah pay for their crimes against Halo, and he knew by Morgan's anger from before that she, too, wanted to see some wrath upon them. |
