Tal had, in his misspent youth traveling the Tundra on his dogsled, gotten used to not being answered at shrines. Sure, it had turned out that the heralds had actually been stuck behind a Barrier for most of his life, but since they'd returned he'd generally been ridiculously lucky with getting answered by the god he prayed to.
Recently, though, his luck was taking a far less comfortable turn, and he was starting to see why some people maybe weren't so excited to pray to the gods as often as he usually did.
At first he thought the bone-puppet was some new trick of Ludo's but... they weren't anywhere near one of the masked god's shrines, and Tal edged back to stand beside Edmund for moral support. Since it was a Dygra shrine, he figured it was smarter to let the Ancient take the lead in dealing with this spirit in case it was one of the Eldest Goddess's messengers. "Tal," he offered uneasily. "Sorry for botherin' you. Do you, uh... live around here?" he asked, looking around the shrine and the lake beyond it as if more skeletal puppets might pop out of the rock and rubies.
Recently, though, his luck was taking a far less comfortable turn, and he was starting to see why some people maybe weren't so excited to pray to the gods as often as he usually did.
At first he thought the bone-puppet was some new trick of Ludo's but... they weren't anywhere near one of the masked god's shrines, and Tal edged back to stand beside Edmund for moral support. Since it was a Dygra shrine, he figured it was smarter to let the Ancient take the lead in dealing with this spirit in case it was one of the Eldest Goddess's messengers. "Tal," he offered uneasily. "Sorry for botherin' you. Do you, uh... live around here?" he asked, looking around the shrine and the lake beyond it as if more skeletal puppets might pop out of the rock and rubies.
