(o) crystal tides

noah

Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow

Noah meant what he said: their choice not to engage the cannibals was wise. He liked to think that he was a truthful man, and even though he might not be the most gifted when it came to forming beautiful sentences, he wanted his words to matter and for what he said to be what he meant. Now, he was not infallible--often in arguments he let anger rule his tongue, but that was something Noah wanted to wage war against. He did not think her weak, not for choosing to disengage from the potential fight against the cannibals nor for his lack of handing over his seal for her to carry.

At her affirmative answer to his question, he instantly brightens. While a great deal of the other Halovians were still opposed to the outlanders overtaking their home with their presence, Noah was willing to see how it played out. "What type of shop?" He asked. "My friend Weaver Hale runs a bar and inn called The Kraai. She is always welcoming guests. I am sure she has room for you." He offers up the Kraai to her, because Time can't remember timelines and doesn't care because he was confident that Weaver would welcome her, especially if she were doing something beneficial for Halo.

"I've been to Torchline and the Hollowed Grounds, though only briefly. I am Halo born and bred, and my heart belongs there. As a hunter, there are too many people who rely on what I do to abandon them to sit on the beach." Plus, the idea of taking a vacation had never entered his mind--all he knew was work.