[center][h1][color=Goldenrod] Noah Griffin [/color][/h1][/center]

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Noah’s attention snapped to the forefront of his thoughts. His eyes noting the outdated room and heard the elegant music dancing along the air. It added a sense of warmth to the icy situation. Cautiously he stepped to the side when his eyes noted two servants heading his direction. Their expressions appeared locked in conversation until they broke past the doorway, then a shroud of professionalism replaced each one. It was strange. The demonstration caused Noah to edge deeper to the room, unsure what to do or where to report for whatever hell awaited him. Noah knew he looked like a dumb lug just standing around with his arms at his side, but it was better than doing something wrong.