(Fox would be correct in his assumption, and for more reasons than one. Tal wasn't real keen on having a void anything on board the Peregrine, and would react with ill-disguised relief when Fox tells him that he'll be taking a different ship home.)
"Yeah? Huh... wonder if we c'n get somethin' like that for King's End," Tal mused thoughtfully. "Guess that might be worth lettin' 'em live for a little while..." He shook his head, flashing Fox a wry grin at their shared dislike of the invaders. "At least this lizard thing is small?" It beat a full grown Tangleweed or Walking Void Dude!
Speaking of which, he really needed to go check on Petunia...
The tunnel continued forward, wide and comfortable, but Boreal took a sharp leftward turn into a smaller side passage. The ceiling dropped abruptly so that Tal had to duck. His boots splashed through an extended puddle and then a second, after which a constant sheen of water covered the floor. He grimaced and rubbed his hands reflexively on his pants as the weight and closeness of it all began to constrict around his chest. Seeking distraction, he called back to his erstwhile passenger. "So, uh, gotta kinda random question for you. How would y'feel 'bout an Old Gods shrine in th'Hollowed Grounds? Since there isn't one there anymore now?"
Boreal's nose followed along the wall, just above the water line as she tracked their quarry through the darkness, heedless of the water beneath her talons.
"Yeah? Huh... wonder if we c'n get somethin' like that for King's End," Tal mused thoughtfully. "Guess that might be worth lettin' 'em live for a little while..." He shook his head, flashing Fox a wry grin at their shared dislike of the invaders. "At least this lizard thing is small?" It beat a full grown Tangleweed or Walking Void Dude!
Speaking of which, he really needed to go check on Petunia...
The tunnel continued forward, wide and comfortable, but Boreal took a sharp leftward turn into a smaller side passage. The ceiling dropped abruptly so that Tal had to duck. His boots splashed through an extended puddle and then a second, after which a constant sheen of water covered the floor. He grimaced and rubbed his hands reflexively on his pants as the weight and closeness of it all began to constrict around his chest. Seeking distraction, he called back to his erstwhile passenger. "So, uh, gotta kinda random question for you. How would y'feel 'bout an Old Gods shrine in th'Hollowed Grounds? Since there isn't one there anymore now?"
Boreal's nose followed along the wall, just above the water line as she tracked their quarry through the darkness, heedless of the water beneath her talons.
