NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah had no idea about how Weaver had built and taken possession of the Kraai. He knew she had been doing it, and working with some outsiders to do so, but he had been too busy in that season to pay close attention or be a part of it himself. While he would have loved to, his own duties called and took over most of his waking hours. The preparations for Longnight sometimes lasted more than a season, and with the way the herds had been this year, it had. While it was Weaver's dream, and Noah supported her in that, he had just been too busy to put his own hands on the project. So when Korbin detailed it for him, he committed it all to memory. The name, in particular, he was sure to brand into his mind: Sunjata Senzaok.
Korbin's concerns made sense to Noah, and the hunter nodded. "We will protect the Kraai." His voice was solid, and sincere. He would stand in the defense of this place, of Weaver's memory, of the solace that many Halovians found here. Noah trusted Korbin, and if his judgement of Sunjata was accurate, Noah was sure he did not want the Torchline man behind the bar. The fact that he was a Torchline official -- a government member just like himself -- made that even clearer. The port city's government did not need a hand in Halo, and Noah would go down fighting to make sure that didn't happen.
"Will you stay here, then?" He asked, finally. "I know about your house."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
