Noah seemed the last to arrive, but he didn't take any fault in that. After returning from his first Flowerbirth hunt, he had been working hard to set the Academy back in order as he had found it. No--he had worked hard to leave the place better than he had found it. Without Zariah, the woman a prisoner who refused to move from her room (he assumed), dust and grime had started to appear before the hunter had made it suitable to host the civilians for Longnight. Now, it was in excellent shape again.
As the tall man approached he nodded to all those in company, and gave Korbin a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Let's get rolling." He smiled, broadly, feeling rejuvenated as the sun beamed down on them and glinted off of the snow. If he listened well enough, he could even hear some of it melting around--not including that which Morgan melted using her magic.
