NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
The hunter fumbled at his supplies. His hands were not used to such work, but his fingers were used to the delicate work of fletching arrows. This saved him from the embarrassment of ruining his materials, but he still had to work hard to decide how to craft his lantern. In his mind's eye, he brought up images of the last one he made together with his younger brother. It was a sorry image of a lantern, but it was made from the hands of two orphan boys who only wanted to honor their parents. He was sure Ludo could feel that.
Leaning down from the table, Noah reached for a small sewing kit that was in his pack as well as a bundle of thin leather ties. He started working on placing the leaves in an order that he found pleasing, and threaded a needle with thin thread that could not be used on clothes or leather. It was leftover from what his mother had. "My parents." He said, eyes focused down on his work rather than the Firebrand and his monkeys. "Caido is a place where death is held in tandem with life...and I am not sure it will change."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
