Tal's eyes unabashedly widened with glee at the compass Noah offered and he took it with careful hands that almost shook with eagerness. "Yeah, I know... I tried t'trade Flora for hers way back, but things never worked out," he admitted as he took the compass and turned it to admire the designs. Not that Noah had to worry about getting it back, but the courier was clearly enchanted with the powerful bauble.
He nodded in understanding of the directions, having no desire to play hero for a simple scouting mission. His brows beetled together in thought as Noah offered another suggestion and the courier scowled deeply in thought before nodding. "Yeah. Not really intended for it, but I bet we can make do... hold on."
He scampered up the rope ladder and rummaged around in the small boat's hold for a few minutes before returning with an armload of clothes. "They, uh... might be a bit small on you," he admitted with a grimace. "But here, see what y'can do with these. An' uh... what's th'plan for gettin' back t'Boreal an' th'Peregrine afterwards?" he asked, looking to Noah worriedly as he shook out something that looked close enough to a Dragoon's coat to pass for it in poor lighting and tugged it on. A yellow scarf tied over his dark hair turned him an approximation of blond, if you were half-blind and sufficiently drunk enough.
He nodded in understanding of the directions, having no desire to play hero for a simple scouting mission. His brows beetled together in thought as Noah offered another suggestion and the courier scowled deeply in thought before nodding. "Yeah. Not really intended for it, but I bet we can make do... hold on."
He scampered up the rope ladder and rummaged around in the small boat's hold for a few minutes before returning with an armload of clothes. "They, uh... might be a bit small on you," he admitted with a grimace. "But here, see what y'can do with these. An' uh... what's th'plan for gettin' back t'Boreal an' th'Peregrine afterwards?" he asked, looking to Noah worriedly as he shook out something that looked close enough to a Dragoon's coat to pass for it in poor lighting and tugged it on. A yellow scarf tied over his dark hair turned him an approximation of blond, if you were half-blind and sufficiently drunk enough.
