Tal had been subconsciously holding his breath (as if that would give his prayer more urgency), but when the god made their appearance he let it out on a whoosh he might have been getting a little blue around the gills and grinned broadly as he sucked in fresh air. "Frey! Thanks for answerin'!" He beamed under the praise of his cooking - well, plating - skills, but gods were busy people and as Frey cut to the chase Tal sobered.
He gave a sharp nod as he gathered his thoughts and patted his glaive fondly. "Somethin' that can stab from far away. But I don't want t'worry about runnin' out of ammo. Or havin' t'learn a new weapon from scratch," he admitted with a grimace of embarrassment. He'd never been great at shooting, unlike throwing axes. "I thought maybe somethin' with my glaive? Or a spear? Havin' it shoot out really far to stab an enemy at a distance, and then retract?"
He gave a sharp nod as he gathered his thoughts and patted his glaive fondly. "Somethin' that can stab from far away. But I don't want t'worry about runnin' out of ammo. Or havin' t'learn a new weapon from scratch," he admitted with a grimace of embarrassment. He'd never been great at shooting, unlike throwing axes. "I thought maybe somethin' with my glaive? Or a spear? Havin' it shoot out really far to stab an enemy at a distance, and then retract?"
