NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
At least the man before him seemed wise enough to work through the dilemma on his own. Noah nodded, "The Fangs are treacherous, even for natives." He agreed, nodding along with Henry as he decided to gather the mosses from somewhere else. "We've got more vegetables and fruits than we've ever had before now that the portals are open. Trade before was...tough." It was an understatement. Before the portals, Halovians lived on the meats they could hunt and the small vegetables that some mages could create. It was nothing like having the real thing -- being able to access the rest of the world on less than a day's trip was incredible.
Henry moved on, however. The crops, it seemed, really weren't his main goal. There was a way his posture and his voice changed as he asked his request. Noah leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table before them. He set his drink down, and smiled. He was honored to be asked such a thing. "I'll take you." He agreed without much hesitation. "But I don't reckon it will do you much good to learn how to hunt in Halo. You said you're from the Grounds, so that's where you'll learn."
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
