Tal perked up at the mention of food and drink, his scowl fading to something almost amiable at the offer. "Sure! I'm there pretty often on delivery runs." It wasn't quite as busy as the rounds between Stormbreak, Torchline, and Halo, but it had more business for him than the Greatwood and King's End these days.
With his current delivery made and his hands cleaned and dried, the courier stretched his arms and cracked his back, looking back towards the meadows and the refuge. His new home lay back there, half-built and waiting for the next round of improvements...
Boreal ambled back to his side and he glanced back to Maea, wondering what her plans were from the quiet backwater of King's End. He nodded slowly as she mentioned the Boondocks, brows beetling together in thought. "Yeah, th'Castaway Exchange is your best bet," he said slowly. "Th'sea ships are slower, but since King's End doesn't have a skyport yet, it's tough findin' a boat small enough t'land here that's big enough t'take passengers." The wrinkle in his forehead deepened as he jammed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, thinking hard.
"I was headed home for tonight, but I'll be startin' a new long-haul delivery run tomorrow. I'll be headin' for th'Greatwood first, an' th'Grounds after. Won't be th'most direct trip, an' th'Peregrine's short on space an' amenities, but we'll get y'there faster'n if y'go by sea." He shrugged and kicked the ground with his foot. "Three or so days, instead o' weeks. What've y'got t'trade?" Because while he might not be as tough as he tried to look, he was still a merchant's son, and the Peregrine's second bunk didn't come free to just anyone.
With his current delivery made and his hands cleaned and dried, the courier stretched his arms and cracked his back, looking back towards the meadows and the refuge. His new home lay back there, half-built and waiting for the next round of improvements...
Boreal ambled back to his side and he glanced back to Maea, wondering what her plans were from the quiet backwater of King's End. He nodded slowly as she mentioned the Boondocks, brows beetling together in thought. "Yeah, th'Castaway Exchange is your best bet," he said slowly. "Th'sea ships are slower, but since King's End doesn't have a skyport yet, it's tough findin' a boat small enough t'land here that's big enough t'take passengers." The wrinkle in his forehead deepened as he jammed his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, thinking hard.
"I was headed home for tonight, but I'll be startin' a new long-haul delivery run tomorrow. I'll be headin' for th'Greatwood first, an' th'Grounds after. Won't be th'most direct trip, an' th'Peregrine's short on space an' amenities, but we'll get y'there faster'n if y'go by sea." He shrugged and kicked the ground with his foot. "Three or so days, instead o' weeks. What've y'got t'trade?" Because while he might not be as tough as he tried to look, he was still a merchant's son, and the Peregrine's second bunk didn't come free to just anyone.
