Drunkenness was, in fact, one of Tal's vices. One that he fought with and occasionally succumbed to. His relationship with alcohol was a rocky and complicated one, and deeply personal, but drugs had never interested him in the slightest, and drink was reserved for the safety of civilization and solid ground.
He was more interested in hearing about the stolen item, though Maea's description did have him giving her back a skeptical glance as she paused. "Weird is right," he agreed. "How were you even carryin' somethin' like that around? An' who in their right mind would want t'steal somethin' so awkward?" But at least she wasn't too upset at losing it. It didn't sound like some sort of family heirloom or anything personal like that.
Taking the lead, he now found that he couldn't look behind him without risking losing his footing. He picked a wide root that twisted away to the right with numerous smaller branchings that tangled with more slender roots to either side. His ears were practically twitching while Maea spoke, and he paused to lean down and peer into a hole that opened in one of the larger vertical roots. "Um. Yeah..." he mumbled in response to the list of things that were now beyond her reach. She continued, and he slipped his Goggles into place, squinting at the hole before cautiously using his Dagger to poke around inside. "So, that kinda sucks. Y'seemed pretty at home in th'library back in th'Grounds. What about workin' there? Or at the big library here in Stormbreak? Hail, maybe y'could even build one up from scratch in Torchline?" When nothing tried to bite the blade he pulled it back and then reached in, groping around with a frown. "Or, shit, y'seem t'like travelin' around. What about joinin' up with th'Adventurer's Guild?"
He was more interested in hearing about the stolen item, though Maea's description did have him giving her back a skeptical glance as she paused. "Weird is right," he agreed. "How were you even carryin' somethin' like that around? An' who in their right mind would want t'steal somethin' so awkward?" But at least she wasn't too upset at losing it. It didn't sound like some sort of family heirloom or anything personal like that.
Taking the lead, he now found that he couldn't look behind him without risking losing his footing. He picked a wide root that twisted away to the right with numerous smaller branchings that tangled with more slender roots to either side. His ears were practically twitching while Maea spoke, and he paused to lean down and peer into a hole that opened in one of the larger vertical roots. "Um. Yeah..." he mumbled in response to the list of things that were now beyond her reach. She continued, and he slipped his Goggles into place, squinting at the hole before cautiously using his Dagger to poke around inside. "So, that kinda sucks. Y'seemed pretty at home in th'library back in th'Grounds. What about workin' there? Or at the big library here in Stormbreak? Hail, maybe y'could even build one up from scratch in Torchline?" When nothing tried to bite the blade he pulled it back and then reached in, groping around with a frown. "Or, shit, y'seem t'like travelin' around. What about joinin' up with th'Adventurer's Guild?"
