Alys's comment brought a wrinkle to Tal's nose that was perilously close to a scowl. He could only nod in resignation, though, as he heaved a sigh. "Y'can say that again," he agreed morosely. "Or maybe it likes me a little too much? Either way seems t'end in bruises most o'th'time." Maybe others were luckier with the raggedy god...
Then again, maybe not. There were those rumors about what Remi had gone through before he'd become the herald's demigod that sounded even worse than what Tal had gone through in pursuit of his armor quests. And in spite of the older man's power and prestige, Tal wouldn't trade places with him for anything.
"Frey or Safrin, for sure," he finished with a decisive nod. "Hail, they both seem t'like me pretty well. I c'n go with you, if y'want some moral support?" And maybe having an Accepted along would make them look more favorably on an Abandoned, even one as amazing as Alys.
But they could hash that out after they'd worked on their offense, defense, and... blind fighting? Tal tied the blindfold firmly in place and then took a deep breath, readying his dagger. He knew where Alys had been ten seconds ago, so he made a tentative short slash in that direction with his Dagger, triggering the distance of the blade's invisible echo to reach about fifteen feet away. Enough to scratch her if she was still there, but limited enough for her to dodge away from if she foresaw his targeted area.
Then again, maybe not. There were those rumors about what Remi had gone through before he'd become the herald's demigod that sounded even worse than what Tal had gone through in pursuit of his armor quests. And in spite of the older man's power and prestige, Tal wouldn't trade places with him for anything.
"Frey or Safrin, for sure," he finished with a decisive nod. "Hail, they both seem t'like me pretty well. I c'n go with you, if y'want some moral support?" And maybe having an Accepted along would make them look more favorably on an Abandoned, even one as amazing as Alys.
But they could hash that out after they'd worked on their offense, defense, and... blind fighting? Tal tied the blindfold firmly in place and then took a deep breath, readying his dagger. He knew where Alys had been ten seconds ago, so he made a tentative short slash in that direction with his Dagger, triggering the distance of the blade's invisible echo to reach about fifteen feet away. Enough to scratch her if she was still there, but limited enough for her to dodge away from if she foresaw his targeted area.
