NOAH
Noah hadn't expected to see someone familiar on this day. He knew he was meeting others from the Monster Hunter's Guild the next for a hunt, but he had intended to make his way early to follow Maeve's advice. Stripped from his typical Halovian clothing, the hunter looked well suited for the dry, hot climate -- until one looked at his face. Annoyed and flushed just shy of sunburn, Noah was obviously uncomfortable in this place. Despite it, he made his way to the well that had been described to him nonetheless.
"Ronin." Noah said, pulling the sheer suncloth from his face to reveal his gritty beard and sweat covered brow. "Fancy meeting you here." He jested, though if what Noah had gathered from the man was true as it seemed, he assumed the man was as uncomfortable being away from his land as Noah was. Having the compass within easy reach of his breast pocket was the only thing that gave him comfort -- he could be back to Halo before even the quickest creature could blink, and it was the only reason he was willing to venture as far as this in the moment.
Noah closed the distance between him and the well, taking the heavy waterskins from each side of his belt and pouring it down for the seasonal god.
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
