Oh. Uh. Another drink? That's... "Thanks," the courier murmured, managing a weak smile as a fresh glass arrived. This was how people became allergic to orange juice, he was pretty sure, but it would be rude not to at least sip it while they talked... right?
"...Oh. Yeah, I guess not knowin' th'Voice..." Tal trailed off, chewing his lip as he found his perception shifting a bit under the weight of trying to look at the world from the eyes of someone who'd been asleep for a long hecking while. Pale eyes turned a little glassy, and whether the alcohol helped or hurt with this particular mental exercise was anyone's guess.
He blinked back into the present moment as Danta's confidence sauntered into the conversation, commanding his attention and filling his stomach with a decidedly sinking sensation on top of all the booze already in there. "Oh," Tal managed weakly. "Well, uh, if she's not answerin' someone's prayers... would y'mind if someone put up a shrine to th'other gods? In case they've got more, uh, time on their hands?"
"...Oh. Yeah, I guess not knowin' th'Voice..." Tal trailed off, chewing his lip as he found his perception shifting a bit under the weight of trying to look at the world from the eyes of someone who'd been asleep for a long hecking while. Pale eyes turned a little glassy, and whether the alcohol helped or hurt with this particular mental exercise was anyone's guess.
He blinked back into the present moment as Danta's confidence sauntered into the conversation, commanding his attention and filling his stomach with a decidedly sinking sensation on top of all the booze already in there. "Oh," Tal managed weakly. "Well, uh, if she's not answerin' someone's prayers... would y'mind if someone put up a shrine to th'other gods? In case they've got more, uh, time on their hands?"
