Twilight zone

Interested in what Eternum had to say as soon as the words filled the space between them, Noah lifted his eyebrows. ”An information broker?” The Sentinel’s head tilted ina curious, bear-like fashion. ”How would you use lightning magic in such a trade?” His voice was light with the curiousity he had within him, but inwardly the hunter prickled. Did the boy intend to torture? Features glazing over with ice as thick as the Sea of Glass once more, Noah decided to keep Eternum talking. Noah’s face, though now turned down to look at the ink dark vial, broke with a humored smile. ”Between being a father and husband, as well as an advisor to the WArdens there is little time for fun.” Glacier eyes moved up towards Eternum, and he chuckled, almost dismissively. ”But I like to hunt. It used to be my only livelihood.” Noah turned his face and his eyes again from the boy to the vial. ”I asked Safrin for the ability to protect those that I love. Whatever she has cooked up for me, I believe this vial is important. If it didn’t matter, she wouldn’t have me tend to it.” Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm