Noah followed Ronin in easy pace with him, eyes scanning the Plaza where they walked. He had never been to this part before. There were so many parts of Stormbreak that Noah hadn't been to before -- even in the little time he had been there, he traveled regularly to Torchline. "I will be heading to King's End soon. Deimos has set up station there with another Halovian refugee, Cordelia." It was mostly just for Ronin's knowledge that Noah shared such a thing, should he be needed or called upon again. "Difficult, but not impossible. Perhaps Deimos could fashion a device that he and I could communicate through, since he can't be here." The hunter gestured out to the sprawling market before them.
With the conversation turning back towards Neron, Noah stiffened some as they walked. "I knew it." He hissed, eyes narrowing some with his words. "I knew Wessex wouldn't be able to give up that shakram weapon. She's tried to kill me with it before." His hissing words were almost a growl then. "For all the power she claims -- and does -- hold, she is awfully cowardice to hide behind the face of another."
