With his other hand he set his glass back down on the countertop, and leaned on his forearm some. "No," He said, shaking his head as if brushing off her concern. "Not any more trouble that the Halovians have been as of late." In the transition, the frozen people had started to go back to how they had acted before Neron took his post as Warden. Before him, the town would go into turmoil for a few weeks before someone strapped them all back to their positions and screwed their heads on straight again. For Noah, he hoped that Longnight would be the turning point for the people to rally back together, to stand arm in arm once again against the tundra.
"Are you a part of the Hollowed Grounds government, then? Do you always oversee the people?" Part of him hoped she did, because then he could possibly gain some wisdom from her. To hold this position in his own government was totally foreign to him, but he wanted to do his best for the people. As he spoke, his eyes had wandered down briefly to her journal, the sketch of the dragon catching his eye. It made his heart twist as Weaver's own face shifted into memory behind his eyes.
