Again, Noah had not been expecting any visitors. If the last few weeks had taught him anything, it was that he needed to have a pot of water on for tea at almost all times, because people were coming to his house in droves it felt like. He was not displeased at this fact, it was just surprising to him. Even when his parents were alive they were not entertainers. People usually only came to visit his home to seek his father's help on a hunt or some healing from his mother. He did not remember them ever having parties or get togethers, much to Ezekiel's chagrin. His younger brother could have partied for days. His last visitor knocked on his door before he was privy to their presence, but this time Noah stepped through his own threshold to see Aisha standing in the street, looking rather lost. "Hey," Noah called out to her, "What brings you down here?"
