A break in the weather

Well, at least he had a face to put with the mocking voice now, and even a name. Though his dark brows rose - either in surprise or disbelief - as she claimed the title of captain. Nor did he fail to note that her name was uncomfortably similar to his own. 'Tal' and 'Thal' was going to be a problem if anyone else was talking to them both...

He didn't relax, but his nose scrunched up as her mocking introduction reminded him that he hadn't really introduced himself yet, either. "Talyson," he corrected her gruffly, his expression twitching as he fought back his instinctive scowl of discomfort. "Captain o' th'Peregrine." He couldn't help but add that last bit as his pale eyes flicked briefly over her while she bowed, noting the sword and the black clothing. She was graceful, sure, and no one would ever mistake Tal for a cat - except for maybe one of those scruffy, underweight young alley toms, ears and whiskers askew, limbs a little too long to be handsome.

But the ones that survived tended to have more to them than met the eye, and the same could be said of the courier as he stood before her with no weapons of note except a dagger at his hip.

"Captain Sanguis, huh? So how d'y'know Maea, then?"