the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Noah's observation was correct: Glas was much like a deer. He was skittish and unsure and wide-eyed. He did not make eye contact as Noah moved away from the woodshop, and the hunter took note of that. He wanted to help this younger man, his fellow Halovian, but the way that Glas's confidence did not increase in their time in the market made Noah worry a little. In Halo, you had to have some balls.
"I am hoping to visit the gods and ask for an enchantment on a bow." The statement was simple, as the majority of Noah's statements were. He did not hide behind flowery, superfluous words. He did not speak in riddles. He said what he meant and meant what he said. "Maybe you could craft me something special for that." he gave Glas a slight smile, trying to pour some of his own confidence through it and give it to the younger blonde.
"Ah, yeah, they might." He shrugged, "They won't try to be mean, but some people don't know how to have fun without being an asshole."
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
