The courier's eyes kept lifting to the dark birds above, not trusting that they would remain there without causing problems, but aside from sleepy cackles and jostling for position amidst the flock the ominous avians seemed to ignore the men beneath them. At least they were willing to do so while Noah made his offering, and as soon as he returned the courier wasted no time in taking his place before the altar of the gods.
"So, I know things're lookin' kinda bleak," he murmured rifling through his Bag for the offerings he'd brought and kneeling to place them on the altar stone. "But I promise we haven't forgotten Stormbreak. An' we're still fightin' for th'rest o' Caido." He set his offerings out next to the flint and steel with careful hands: a small brass compass, a leather-bound journal with a freshly-sharpened pencil, and a flute carved from the leg bone of a deer. Bowing his head, he prayed for the safety of the people of Stormbreak and especially Sohalia.
But he could feel the subtle menace in the air, where once there had been tranquil welcome. He didn't linger over his prayers this time, instead pushing himself to his feet and moving to rejoin Noah with an uneasy look around. The Void Messengers overhead were beginning to rouse, harsh croaks and hisses rising from the branches above them as the birds began to take notice of the two below. A few greasy black feathers drifted down as several took flight and began to circle, voices crying out harshly across the Celestine. "D'y'think they're callin' for reinforcements?" the courier asked uneasily, his hand dipping to the Capital Compass in his pocket.
"So, I know things're lookin' kinda bleak," he murmured rifling through his Bag for the offerings he'd brought and kneeling to place them on the altar stone. "But I promise we haven't forgotten Stormbreak. An' we're still fightin' for th'rest o' Caido." He set his offerings out next to the flint and steel with careful hands: a small brass compass, a leather-bound journal with a freshly-sharpened pencil, and a flute carved from the leg bone of a deer. Bowing his head, he prayed for the safety of the people of Stormbreak and especially Sohalia.
But he could feel the subtle menace in the air, where once there had been tranquil welcome. He didn't linger over his prayers this time, instead pushing himself to his feet and moving to rejoin Noah with an uneasy look around. The Void Messengers overhead were beginning to rouse, harsh croaks and hisses rising from the branches above them as the birds began to take notice of the two below. A few greasy black feathers drifted down as several took flight and began to circle, voices crying out harshly across the Celestine. "D'y'think they're callin' for reinforcements?" the courier asked uneasily, his hand dipping to the Capital Compass in his pocket.
