NOAH
I wait and tell myself "life ain't chess,"
Noah hummed a hmm in an understanding tone, nodding along with what the healer said. "Perhaps we're just destined to be outcasts." He attempted to lighten the mood that he had brought down with his assumptions with these words. He watched as the healer put some more touches on his lantern. It seemed that Loren was either more artistic than Noah, or he was more patient. Either way, the Firebrand's lantern was substantially more decorated than Noah's. Noah was a generally simple man anyway, and did not live his life with many adornments. Weaver had been the same, and even though his lantern did not depict his knowledge of her like Loren's did, he believed it to still be a good likeness to what he had known her soul to be.
But no one comes in and yes, you're alone...
