Tal blinked, a little surprised at being spoken to, then shrugged his agreement at Dantalion 's observation. "Yeah... guess the gods are payin' more attention to it again?" Two seasons in a row, at least. Whether that was good or bad for the current residents was yet to be seen, of course.
The last time the gods had all converged in the Hollowed Grounds things hadn't really gone so great.
The non-sequitur caught Tal off guard and he wrinkled his nose. He opened his mouth to make a very good and rational point about... uh... well... hmm. His mouth slowly closed again before something could fly in it and his brow furrowed as he turned the Ancient's words around a few times. "Well... you're not wrong," he decided at last. "Maybe it's cuz bein' sad makes y'lose your appetite?" At least it always did for the (no longer quite so) scrawny courier.
The last time the gods had all converged in the Hollowed Grounds things hadn't really gone so great.
The non-sequitur caught Tal off guard and he wrinkled his nose. He opened his mouth to make a very good and rational point about... uh... well... hmm. His mouth slowly closed again before something could fly in it and his brow furrowed as he turned the Ancient's words around a few times. "Well... you're not wrong," he decided at last. "Maybe it's cuz bein' sad makes y'lose your appetite?" At least it always did for the (no longer quite so) scrawny courier.
