[PQ] We're miles from way back when

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

Noah had rested well between finishing the work of Longnight and the erecting of the new gate to now. He had taken some time for himself to venture back out into the tundra, to hunt and feel like himself again. He had taken time to sit with Delphine and watch her paint and listen to her talk of her dreams. They had planned their trip to Torchline, which would come in the following days.

Now, however, he was ready to get his hands busied with work at the Citadel. He heeded the call of the Warden. Arriving, and meeting the group with an easy smile, Noah settled beside Chulane. Hester, the bard, he really only knew by name and face. The other girl, however, Noah did not know from Adam. He nodded to her nonetheless. He greeted Chulane with a jovial pat to the other attuned's shoulder.

"When you're ready, Warden." Noah greeted Morgan, eyes briefly shifting over the rest of group of very capable NPCs that gathered to help them this day. He remembered Morgan bringing up the fact that she wanted to work on a new place for the council and the citizens to do work. The meeting hall they had occupied for now, in an inn, would only welcome them for so much longer without payment.

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson