He was damn lucky that the Flood happened to be in Stormbreak at the moment, and Tal knew it. Maybe Mother Molly's would have been a more suitable place for a conversation about Frey - the sexy one. Well, the more sexy one - but the courier needed to work his way up to that level, and the Hart seemed like a safer bet. More neutral ground.
And supplied with plenty of lovely bottles filled with tantalizing concoctions to lubricate his stumbling tongue and seek solace in.
He already had one in hand as he waited in a small booth towards the back. The bottle was a lovely blue color, and the lager inside was dark and bitter, with a slight fizz that sparkled on his tongue amidst the more somber flavors. Boreal had attempted to wedge herself under the table like some of the other companions in the establishment had done, but her bulk was far less convenient and her head and foretalons stuck out, making for an adorable but rather pointy tripping hazard for the waitstaff as they moved around the room. It was late afternoon, and the place was quiet but not empty, with a soft buzz of conversation filling the air that was still low enough to speak easily over.
Tal played idly with the bowl of peanuts on the table while he waited, but he kept his eyes on the door, and when he saw Sunjata's unmistakably tall form duck inside the door he raised a hand to wave glumly towards his best hope for finding a way out of the hole he'd dug himself.
And supplied with plenty of lovely bottles filled with tantalizing concoctions to lubricate his stumbling tongue and seek solace in.
He already had one in hand as he waited in a small booth towards the back. The bottle was a lovely blue color, and the lager inside was dark and bitter, with a slight fizz that sparkled on his tongue amidst the more somber flavors. Boreal had attempted to wedge herself under the table like some of the other companions in the establishment had done, but her bulk was far less convenient and her head and foretalons stuck out, making for an adorable but rather pointy tripping hazard for the waitstaff as they moved around the room. It was late afternoon, and the place was quiet but not empty, with a soft buzz of conversation filling the air that was still low enough to speak easily over.
Tal played idly with the bowl of peanuts on the table while he waited, but he kept his eyes on the door, and when he saw Sunjata's unmistakably tall form duck inside the door he raised a hand to wave glumly towards his best hope for finding a way out of the hole he'd dug himself.
