Tal wasn't too happy about being the focus of the weird little boneling's attention, either, and he shifted uneasily from foot to foot, wishing he was just a little less proud and could duck behind his guildmaster. A glance at Edmund showed the young Ancient was hardly any more certain about what was going on, but he at least projected calm confidence that the courier took some backbone from.
Looking back to the creepy spirit, the Messenger swallowed hard and nodded in agreement with Edmund's questions. He reached up reflexively to scrub his hand over the back of his neck, feeling the prickling of goosebumps there as he was suddenly reminded of a really truly haunted house he'd once found himself in.
"Or, uh... somethin' that y'want from us?" he asked cautiously, wondering what the confusing, creepy little riddler meant and suspecting his brain wasn't quite up to the challenge of figuring it out.
But he didn't have much choice except to try.
Looking back to the creepy spirit, the Messenger swallowed hard and nodded in agreement with Edmund's questions. He reached up reflexively to scrub his hand over the back of his neck, feeling the prickling of goosebumps there as he was suddenly reminded of a really truly haunted house he'd once found himself in.
"Or, uh... somethin' that y'want from us?" he asked cautiously, wondering what the confusing, creepy little riddler meant and suspecting his brain wasn't quite up to the challenge of figuring it out.
But he didn't have much choice except to try.
