the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't
Aside from his initial attuning, Noah had never visited a shrine before. "I'm not sure. I haven't been a very devout person in my life. They might not." He shrugged some, and his lips curled a bit downward. "But I think I would like to try." Noah had duties and responsibilities in this world, and after learning of Weaver's quest to enchant her scythe, he had decided it might be a wise idea to seek help from the gods. He wasn't sure if he would have to apologize for his lack of piety, but he was sure that the gods might not instantly love him because of it. Gods were vain at their core, and had a desire to be worshiped. From his general ignorance, he at least knew that.
Noah's lips felt heavier and his frown deepened when Glas went on to talk about his history. Noah knew the story, knew of the attack, but the outcomes and the aftermath was where his understanding had ceased. The Westfalls had been generally private, and the fact that Noah had not interacted with Glas before today was a testament to that. "I understand." The words were true -- he did understand. While many people said that as a way to relay sympathy, Noah felt it. "A few weeks ago I had my own encounter, while out on a hunt." His stomach twisted as he thought of it, the flashbacks of his arrows sinking deep into the man, and the wail of his lady companion. "Only one of us made it out alive."
so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow
Noah Olson
