Remaining still, the mage considered how his attention had been so diverted that he hadn't heard the other man approach. Going outside had been wonderous - he'd almost forgotten what wind felt like when it blew against you - and he wanted the younger people, especially the children, to experience it. But not at times of war. Hearing a voice, and then his name, he closed the book.
Turning to face this new person, Noah looked surprised - this templar seemed young, twenty-two or twenty-three he guessed. This was like he had to make a decision. This young man had never hurt him, but he was in the position where he was always going to be different. He didn't mind talking but knew he had to be wary of who he talked to. Opinions were something to be minful of in this place because Templars were never far away.
"No, and if I was searching for something in particular I wouldn't find it. But something always comes along that's more interesting." He gave a wry smile. "Have I got something you need?"
And that was when he realised he did not know this man's name at all. He felt foolish, but then he thought it was no loss because he would be gone soon anyway.