Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
Noah was an expert in the tundra. He spent his entire life moving about the frozen wasteland, up and down the Fangs, bringing home game and fuel and other important things. Despite all of that, the hunter had never seen mageglass in all of his endeavors. It was never something he had personal vested interest in, nor had he ever been asked (before now) to try and retrieve any. He followed the group Loren had gathered and stayed on an edge, bow ready and his quiver full of arrows. As the Firebrand spoke, Noah listened. A surge of memory flooded down his back and made his fists close at the mention of cultists -- the last time Noah had encountered any "other" on the tundra that was not a functioning member of this Tundra, Noah had killed him.
He followed, and hoped it would not come to that again on this journey.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
