Noah waited.
It took him a fair bit of trading, but he figured out a way to send word to Hadama in his underwater city. He was sure he could have gone a more official route through the land king to get to the merking, but since this was no official visit and merely one for his own pleasure, Noah took to the ways of Torchline's streets.
He started to doubt the validity of his endeavor, though, as the sun started to set on the other side of the ocean. The Sentinel frowned as he kicked at some sand and stated pacing short and shallow divets in the slightly damp sand.
