But life had to move on. Death was a part of life, and tragic death was a part of Halo.
He sat at the bar, the Chief of Public Affairs, listening to the goings-on among the townspeople while he sipped the whiskey he had been served. While it didn't come to him through a Hale, it still tasted fine. It just lacked something. He spent hours at the bar, striking up conversation here and there, but mostly he sat and listened. He did not think it eaves dropping, for most people in Halo were too loud for their own good. Instead, he looked at it as information gathering. It was not any different than what Noah would have been doing before, the introverted man that he was, but now he had a title and position that gave him the responsibility to address the things that Halovians complained about.
And so he listened, diligently.
Kiada
