NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah nodded as the realization rolled over him. It was interesting to the hunter that a large number of people had all come from the same land to Caido, but other outlanders seemed far and spread out and did not come in mass waves. Obviously, he didn't know about those all from Helovia, like Deimos. "Do you miss it?" He asked, hands working to tie together the sticks that would be the frame of his lantern. Hopefully, they were light enough that it would lift into the air once lit.
He nodded, again. "I've always lived on the ice." He looked up towards Loren and smiled broadly. It wrinkled the corner of his eyes. "As treacherous as it is, and full of tragedy, I could choose it over and over and over." In Noah's experience, there was something magical about the people that lived here -- chosen, or by birth. They were hardy and strong, determined and fierce, unyielding in their will to survive.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
