Tal just grinned through his mask at his Guildmaster's extremely pertinent question. "Then I'd run like fuck," he admitted cheerfully. "An' channel to distract them while I got away to try again later." Until he could find a hermitty runt lial somewhere that was more his speed.
But he was impatient to be getting on with his quest and hated how sweaty and ashen the Climb was. He couldn't imagine spending more time here than he had to, even if time was something they had much to spare.
With the War coming closer every day, that was a luxury long since lost.
He nodded sharply and took a deep breath - promptly coughing until he had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes. Glad that Deimos couldn't see the embarrassed flush on his ears, Tal took out the game bag from his magic Bag and measured out the distance from the lava pool he'd chosen.
Three dead ningo; a trail of bloody breadcrumbs laid roughly seven feet apart to lure a hungry lial far enough from its pool that it couldn't just slide back in - dragging the spear with it and ending the hunt early. The last was dropped right at the foot of the pool and Tal scattered some blood and feathers over the lava (where they promptly turned to smoke and ash) before retreating to his chosen rocky bulwark, holding his spear lightly and watching the pool with eager tension.
But he was impatient to be getting on with his quest and hated how sweaty and ashen the Climb was. He couldn't imagine spending more time here than he had to, even if time was something they had much to spare.
With the War coming closer every day, that was a luxury long since lost.
He nodded sharply and took a deep breath - promptly coughing until he had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes. Glad that Deimos couldn't see the embarrassed flush on his ears, Tal took out the game bag from his magic Bag and measured out the distance from the lava pool he'd chosen.
Three dead ningo; a trail of bloody breadcrumbs laid roughly seven feet apart to lure a hungry lial far enough from its pool that it couldn't just slide back in - dragging the spear with it and ending the hunt early. The last was dropped right at the foot of the pool and Tal scattered some blood and feathers over the lava (where they promptly turned to smoke and ash) before retreating to his chosen rocky bulwark, holding his spear lightly and watching the pool with eager tension.
