Noah Hope seems gone But we'll make it out alive The hunter was not a scholar. He was not a philosopher. Though he was gaining knowledge every day and truly did enjoy learning, what the though-unnown-ascended said about the book he was reading went entirely over the Sentinel's head. He could blame it on the liquor, of course, but even as sober as the morning sun Noah probably wouldn't have much to contribute to the discussion at hand.
But he could always as questions. "Hmm. Does it say anything about the shifts of attuned?" Noah had always heard, and held the belief within himself, that the attuned shifts were extensions of their souls. The gods knew what animals represented the deepest parts of who they were, and granted them the ability to show that through their shifts. He wondered if there was anything this scholar had to say about that. The hunter did not even consider for a moment that the book could be from an outlander's perspective. |
