Not much startles Ajora. No small surprise, given his apparent knack for prophecy. Whether that's an inborn gift or the grace of the one he hosts is perhaps a matter of speculation for the cynical. Or the cynical if they knew the truth behind the priest's miraculous abilities. When Noah steps in front of him, he doesn't so much as blink, as if he were expecting the man at any moment. If anything, he wonders at the delay, but everyone is delayed to one who is gifted with foresight.

Without so much as a blink, Ajora smiles warmly and offers a typical greeting of blessing. "Light of Faram shine upon you, my son."