Tal had also offered to help out with the experiments, in one of his moments of reluctant generosity. Or had it been gratitude? Hail, he couldn't even remember why, but he knew he'd done it, even if he was uncomfortably regretting it now.
Only a little, sure, but there was plenty of time for that to change.
The Peregrine was docked with Boreal guarding it (aka asleep in the rigging) back at the skyport and he'd made his local deliveries first before heading out to the Spire to join the others trailing in that direction. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the void-touched critters that had already been gathered, and his hand fell uneasily to his knife and stayed there during the whole of Maea's explanation of the day's activities.
Well, he was already here, so he might as well see it through. He listened to the introductions of the other two. He visibly perked up to hear that Ellyra was a nurse - chances were good they'd need one of those before it was all over - but he wasn't sure what to think about the Captain. Then he realized it was his turn and cleared his throat awkwardly, scowling instinctively at realizing that everyone was looking at him.
"Tal Seawright," he said, almost belligerently. "From Ha--uh, King's End. Courier an' captain o' th'Peregrine." He gave Thalassa the nod of equals. "Got no shifts, but I can call down a god if it all goes t'shit, an' I've got some items. Magic armor an' a dagger that can hit things thirty feet away, Goggles that c'n see through darkness an' illusions, an' I can Heal someone in a pinch." He didn't see what good his other items might do in the current circumstances so he left it at that, jamming his other hand in his pocket and trying not to hunch his shoulders as he met the eyes of the others.
Tal has the provided bag and brings his armor, weapons, healing ring, fancy goggles - and his Bag of Holding, with food, fuel, and woodworking tools, as well as various bits of odds and ends that sometimes come in useful in a pinch.
Only a little, sure, but there was plenty of time for that to change.
The Peregrine was docked with Boreal guarding it (aka asleep in the rigging) back at the skyport and he'd made his local deliveries first before heading out to the Spire to join the others trailing in that direction. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of the void-touched critters that had already been gathered, and his hand fell uneasily to his knife and stayed there during the whole of Maea's explanation of the day's activities.
Well, he was already here, so he might as well see it through. He listened to the introductions of the other two. He visibly perked up to hear that Ellyra was a nurse - chances were good they'd need one of those before it was all over - but he wasn't sure what to think about the Captain. Then he realized it was his turn and cleared his throat awkwardly, scowling instinctively at realizing that everyone was looking at him.
"Tal Seawright," he said, almost belligerently. "From Ha--uh, King's End. Courier an' captain o' th'Peregrine." He gave Thalassa the nod of equals. "Got no shifts, but I can call down a god if it all goes t'shit, an' I've got some items. Magic armor an' a dagger that can hit things thirty feet away, Goggles that c'n see through darkness an' illusions, an' I can Heal someone in a pinch." He didn't see what good his other items might do in the current circumstances so he left it at that, jamming his other hand in his pocket and trying not to hunch his shoulders as he met the eyes of the others.
Tal has the provided bag and brings his armor, weapons, healing ring, fancy goggles - and his Bag of Holding, with food, fuel, and woodworking tools, as well as various bits of odds and ends that sometimes come in useful in a pinch.
