Noah
if there's a reason I'm still alive
when so many have died
when so many have died
"Frey." Noah said simply in answer to Wessex's questioning. "I've been given tasks." A smirk of a smile curled the corner of his lip, barely noticeable past the thickness of the blond beard he let grow wild in the last few weeks. What, exactly, he would receive from the end of this quest Noah did not know. But he had asked for the herald's help, and he trusted that they would truly help him.
"Eira spotted some movement of them coming in and out of cave systems. She's gone out scouting for them everyday since we were tasked, since she can fly and stay out of harms way." At the mention of her name, in the sky circling above them, the griffin trilled out. She sent a flash of the save opening to Noah, and he nodded. "West." He gestured, upwards and out, sending them onward in their direction from the companion.
then I'm willing to
wait for it
wait for it
