Noah had had enough of his office by the time mid-morning rolled in. Today was a day of council work, he had decided, and it kept him off the tundra. After meeting with a few members of Halo regarding their needs, Noah set off for the Kraai. He was well aware that people might seek him out there, so he chose to sit in a different spot than he preferred. Instead of taking his normal spot at the table that had once been Weaver's favored spot, the hunter sat at a table adjacent. He had his coat barely removed before a tender sat a whiskey -- his favorite kind -- on the table for him. He smiled brightly to the woman, and thanked her.
Until the stranger arrived, however, Noah was left quite alone. A few men staggered in and jested with him, or invited him on hunts later in the week, but no one asked him any council business. However, when Jonathan turned towards him and lifted his arm, it instantly caught the glacier eyed man's attention and his heart sunk a little. Short lived, I guess he thought to himself as he lifted his chin towards the stranger he must have been asking about him.
