I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah hadn't been to the Hollowed Grounds since before Deepfrost, but his visit with Vi had made it clear that this journey was necessary. It was Deimos' note on the notice board that finally spurred the advisor towards the Grounds, though. With a simple touch to the compass in his pocket, Noah poofed from the Citadel and poofed into existence at the Inner Quarter of the Grounds. It was a different spot than he was used to coming in, because when he first gained this compass the Holloweed Grounds was fortified to kill him upon entrance. But the days of the Order were long gone, now, despite the evidence of their existence still lingering.
Making his way towards the townhall, Noah noticed Talyson. He called out to the man and jogged to catch up with him. "Didn't think I'd see you here." He said, giving the courier a small (affectionate) push on the shoulder with his forearm, and a smile to brighten his features. Noah followed Talyson to where Darkeye was, and he agreed with the internal monologue of the younger man, even if he couldn't hear it. This place was a mess. Vi was right.
"Darkeye," Noah called out, the bright smile and glimmer in his eye hardening some, a glacial defense rolling in naturally and without thought. "That roof looks dangerous." Noah pointed out, gesturing to the unstable, charred, old roof. Many boards were rotten. "I can help up there." And so, he did. Noah gathered some materials he would need to begin prying off old, busted, or rotten boards, and then used his magic to teleport himself onto the roof and begin his work.
Noah starts work on the roof by taking off old, broken, or rotten boards!
Making his way towards the townhall, Noah noticed Talyson. He called out to the man and jogged to catch up with him. "Didn't think I'd see you here." He said, giving the courier a small (affectionate) push on the shoulder with his forearm, and a smile to brighten his features. Noah followed Talyson to where Darkeye was, and he agreed with the internal monologue of the younger man, even if he couldn't hear it. This place was a mess. Vi was right.
"Darkeye," Noah called out, the bright smile and glimmer in his eye hardening some, a glacial defense rolling in naturally and without thought. "That roof looks dangerous." Noah pointed out, gesturing to the unstable, charred, old roof. Many boards were rotten. "I can help up there." And so, he did. Noah gathered some materials he would need to begin prying off old, busted, or rotten boards, and then used his magic to teleport himself onto the roof and begin his work.
Noah starts work on the roof by taking off old, broken, or rotten boards!
NOAH
