NOAH
Noah had no qualms with helping Talyson. When Deimos gave instructions and the others moved, Noah flagged over some extra hands to help the two native Halovians mix up the cement. In truth, Noah was not a craftsman, but he was far better at working with wood than he was with any sort of masonry. Watching for a moment, the hunter took notes from what the courier was doing.
Alongside the younger man, Noah took to his own couldron while the helping hands brought the right tools and supplies over for them. Hoisting a bag of the dry mix, Noah poured some in before briefly lifting his eyes to Talyson. Then, he handed the bag off and let an eager beaver teenager mix the concoction for them. "Is this right?" He asked, gesturing to their mix with his voice targeted for the accepted.
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Noah helps mix cement.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
