Noah took the cloak off of him, thinking it gave him more of a cryptic look then he desired. A teal shirt that was pulled tied lie upon his chest. Dark blue jeans that were torn up the seem about three inches away from where the seam would be rest on his lower body. A black belt with a scimitar buckle was all that held them on. His dark orange eyes peering into the darkness as he looked about the Power Plant searching for the distress. To his dismay, his traveling from the wasteland and cost to much time and the quarrel had ceased to happen, and it seemed someone else had saved it. But alas he was here to help, and if need be, take those who wished to the city that had secretly formed in the wasteland. A community that had survived without the need for electricity or communication.