It was funny how a sigh or a hum or a huff could say so much without any words being involved. Sunjata's huff of 'that's a lot' was the perfect encapsulation of what Tal was feeling and the courier nodded glumly in fervent agreement before he raised his bottle to tilt it morosely, double-checking to see if any last drop remained.
It did not.
At the first question about old gods shrines in the Grounds, Tal could only shrug helplessly. It had taken him a while to start making deliveries to that once-forsaken region, and it had only been in the past year that he'd started hunting for a shrine to pray at while he was there, now that his delivery routes took him there regularly. Still, he perked up a little with a murmured thanks when Jata called for another round, and listened curiously as the other man revealed how his own original plans had gone astray in more detail than Tal had heard before.
The mention of a tent had Tal's nose wrinkling as he tried to imagine what that would entail. He didn't look surprised that the Flood had no issues christening things for Frey - he figured it kind of came with the territory of being a suitable demigod for that flavor of deity - but he didn't look excited by the suggestion. Still, he nodded glumly and accepted the bottle that arrived with relief. Waiting for the server to leave again, he leaned forward and lowered his voice to a strangled whisper, heat darkening his cheeks until he looked like an overcooked tomato as he looked down at the table between them rather than meeting Sunjata's eyes. "Is it, uh. Gonna be a problem if I can't... y'know. Get it up for 'em? Under that sorta pressure? S'long as I try?"
It did not.
At the first question about old gods shrines in the Grounds, Tal could only shrug helplessly. It had taken him a while to start making deliveries to that once-forsaken region, and it had only been in the past year that he'd started hunting for a shrine to pray at while he was there, now that his delivery routes took him there regularly. Still, he perked up a little with a murmured thanks when Jata called for another round, and listened curiously as the other man revealed how his own original plans had gone astray in more detail than Tal had heard before.
The mention of a tent had Tal's nose wrinkling as he tried to imagine what that would entail. He didn't look surprised that the Flood had no issues christening things for Frey - he figured it kind of came with the territory of being a suitable demigod for that flavor of deity - but he didn't look excited by the suggestion. Still, he nodded glumly and accepted the bottle that arrived with relief. Waiting for the server to leave again, he leaned forward and lowered his voice to a strangled whisper, heat darkening his cheeks until he looked like an overcooked tomato as he looked down at the table between them rather than meeting Sunjata's eyes. "Is it, uh. Gonna be a problem if I can't... y'know. Get it up for 'em? Under that sorta pressure? S'long as I try?"
