He noted the horns and tail like those on several of his acquaintances and he stayed alert but eased up a little when she spoke and introduced herself. "Tal," he responded automatically before tilting his chin back at the dragon that watched the land around them with no sign of her usual playfulness. For once her mind was fully on the task at hand: keeping watch for the tip of a fin cutting through the sand that might be all the warning they would get. "An' Boreal. Generally we're only out here on courier business or trainin', but today it's personal."
He tilted his head at her in a canine fashion, his goggles hiding his eyes but not the curious wrinkle of his nose as he glanced past her to the tent and anvil setup between the bones. "What about you? Not used t'seein' people livin' outside th'caravanserai." Not that the old market town had survived the War or the shakeup of the geography that had accompanied it.
He tilted his head at her in a canine fashion, his goggles hiding his eyes but not the curious wrinkle of his nose as he glanced past her to the tent and anvil setup between the bones. "What about you? Not used t'seein' people livin' outside th'caravanserai." Not that the old market town had survived the War or the shakeup of the geography that had accompanied it.
