Noah, on the other hand, was far from lively, and not nearly as enthused about the whole ordeal as his mentor was. He hadn't been enthused about it since they'd stepped into the saloon and spoken with the odorous, fart spewing little fiend. No, Noah was not pleased with how this was transpiring one bit. But he kept his complaints to himself; surely, Hodjarl knew what he-- or rather, what they were doing, and who knew, maybe this would improve once they were inside the cave?
Huffing and puffing in an attempt to remember how to breathe again, the young man nodded his head and trundled up the ways to catch up with Hodjarl.
"Yes, sir." Wondering to himself if there was a way Hodjarl could transfer some of the heaps of energy he seemed to have to him, Noah glanced behind him and tipped his head to the side in a beckoning gesture.
Behind him lumbered a Bruma, its eyes aglow with a soft red hue. It followed after Noah and Hodjarl, seemingly unbothered by the cold, air huffing out of its nostrils in curling, frosty clouds.