For something so big and so pale, the dragon had completely vanished into the dark swamp, much like a spirit herself. Tal watched the shaman working on the tree a little longer, then shrugged and slung his pack around, rummaging in it until he'd freed a glass bottle. He kept one eye on the robed maybe-not-a-cultist as he knelt to scoop it full of Feverlands mud while she spoke.
"That's some 'protection,' alright," he muttered, glancing at the dead rat. After a suspicious glance around to make sure there wasn't any other mist around he stood and carefully tucked the bottle back in its padded box before sliding his pack back into place and testing the straps.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her weird compliments, but she was right that she hadn't actually asked him to trust her; which only made Tal scowl harder. "Yeah, well, in Halo, sure." Though he wasn't sure about doing any 'communing.' "Don't count too much on the spirits, though. Or anyone else, for that matter." Family, dogs, and dragon aside, of course. But sisters didn't really count, anyways.
"Wait, you want me to eat the rat?" He wrinkled his nose, looking the rat over dubiously. "Look, lady, if you're that hungry you can have some of my jerky and apples. Or maybe just something with fewer fleas..."
"That's some 'protection,' alright," he muttered, glancing at the dead rat. After a suspicious glance around to make sure there wasn't any other mist around he stood and carefully tucked the bottle back in its padded box before sliding his pack back into place and testing the straps.
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her weird compliments, but she was right that she hadn't actually asked him to trust her; which only made Tal scowl harder. "Yeah, well, in Halo, sure." Though he wasn't sure about doing any 'communing.' "Don't count too much on the spirits, though. Or anyone else, for that matter." Family, dogs, and dragon aside, of course. But sisters didn't really count, anyways.
"Wait, you want me to eat the rat?" He wrinkled his nose, looking the rat over dubiously. "Look, lady, if you're that hungry you can have some of my jerky and apples. Or maybe just something with fewer fleas..."
