Blithely unaware of the direction of the cloaked woman's thoughts or the potential violence therein, Tal answered her questions with no little pride for the little delivery service that he'd expanded from a one-man Halovian operation into a worldwide enterprise with offices in every major region. Still, he paused and squinted at her uncertainly as she laid things on a little thick. Sure, he could be dense at times, but he wasn't completely oblivious. And while the Leafchange day was briskly chilly, it wasn't cold enough out to warrant being fully bundled up like Deepfrost was knocking on the front door. The stranger's insistence on being Short, Dark, and Mysterious was starting to ring a couple of alarm bells in the courier's brain...
And because of that, he frowned when she ignored his question to instead posed another couple of her own. He gave a slight shrug, crossing his arms over his chest, figuring two could play at that game. "Guess you'd have t'ask Maea 'bout it," he answered grudgingly, now on his guard but not seeing any reason to hide his purpose or his host's name. It wasn't exactly a private investigation, but that didn't mean it was without risk. Or the potential of tampering from an outside source.
Say, a void-infected Ancient? Maybe that was why she kept the cloak pulled up and her face hidden. "What's your name, anyways?"
And because of that, he frowned when she ignored his question to instead posed another couple of her own. He gave a slight shrug, crossing his arms over his chest, figuring two could play at that game. "Guess you'd have t'ask Maea 'bout it," he answered grudgingly, now on his guard but not seeing any reason to hide his purpose or his host's name. It wasn't exactly a private investigation, but that didn't mean it was without risk. Or the potential of tampering from an outside source.
Say, a void-infected Ancient? Maybe that was why she kept the cloak pulled up and her face hidden. "What's your name, anyways?"
