Sah was grimacing? That was stealing Tal's iconic look, and the courier gave a small huff of exasperation. As if Sah had to worry about what the courier thought about the events of the tournament! At least, not since they'd managed to avoid fighting each other somehow. Getting knocked out by the same person - a King and a Demigod, at that - was more pertinent than what had happened in the previous matches and been fixed practically before the body had hit the ground.
"Good," he said decisively to the acceptance of his very gracious invitation. Boreal snorted her disbelief at the direction of his thoughts, but quickly put him out of her mind as Lily invited her to play. The dragon took off after her wolf friend, gallumphing merrily in her wake as Tal rolled his eyes fondly at the antics and headed to the altar to deposit his offering.
He bowed his head, saying a silent prayer to Safrin and Vi. He was grateful for Vi's gift of life, and even more for Safrin's willingness to help him out with items and quests. He owed them both a great deal, and today had seemed like a good time to show his thanks.
But he didn't linger overlong as he stood to brush the snow off his knees and headed back towards the Wild Thunder, aiming a light punch at his shoulder. "Stop it," he growled, but there wasn't much heat behind the words. "Beatin' you up's my job. An' I bet you're tryin' t'put me outta work, aren't you?" Knowing Sah as well as he did, it wasn't hard to guess that the other man blamed himself for the accident in the tournament.
"Good," he said decisively to the acceptance of his very gracious invitation. Boreal snorted her disbelief at the direction of his thoughts, but quickly put him out of her mind as Lily invited her to play. The dragon took off after her wolf friend, gallumphing merrily in her wake as Tal rolled his eyes fondly at the antics and headed to the altar to deposit his offering.
He bowed his head, saying a silent prayer to Safrin and Vi. He was grateful for Vi's gift of life, and even more for Safrin's willingness to help him out with items and quests. He owed them both a great deal, and today had seemed like a good time to show his thanks.
But he didn't linger overlong as he stood to brush the snow off his knees and headed back towards the Wild Thunder, aiming a light punch at his shoulder. "Stop it," he growled, but there wasn't much heat behind the words. "Beatin' you up's my job. An' I bet you're tryin' t'put me outta work, aren't you?" Knowing Sah as well as he did, it wasn't hard to guess that the other man blamed himself for the accident in the tournament.
