Noah
Noah nodded and his smile stretched. "Vi was good to me." Humility painted every syllable, but it didn't have to. Noah was a successful and accomplished hunter, and his skills kept many bellies within the Citadel full. That was well known.
"I was going to trade it to Hector." Noah informed, jutting his chin towards the butcher shop they now stood in front of. "I was hoping he'd have something good this time of year, with trade easier and all." Not as easy as it had been with the Voice's portals, but Noah would never admit that.
"Were you going to see him, too, or did I intercept you?" His glacier eyes looked to the door of the shop as it opened and another patron stepped through. Noah took a large step back to make an opening for them to walk by, but he lifted his brow and looked back towards Alys, expectant for a response.
