The Last Whisper wasn't Tal's favorite place to make deliveries, but he did it anyways. It was steady work, if nothing else, with the amount of booze the establishments hidden under Sanctuary went through, and his status as the carrier of said booze was usually good for a few drinks at whatever bar he was dropping it off at on top of his usual fee.
He was sober when he came out of The Rampant Cockerel, however. The underground alley wasn't any place he wanted to linger as evening approached, and he turned up his collar as he started to hurry towards the exit and his waiting hammock in the courier station just outside of town--
And almost tripped over a beggar sifting trash from the street. He stumbled, managing not to run into her by a hair's breadth, and turned to scowl at the cloaked person--
Before anything stupid came out of his mouth his jaw clicked shut and his brain tried to make sense of what he was looking at. Or rather, who. He knew that cloak, but he was having trouble reconciling the haughty, loyal captain with this dusty apparition.
"Uh... Thal?" he tried, tentative and clearly uncertain that he had the right person. "'Zat you? What're y'doin'?"
He was sober when he came out of The Rampant Cockerel, however. The underground alley wasn't any place he wanted to linger as evening approached, and he turned up his collar as he started to hurry towards the exit and his waiting hammock in the courier station just outside of town--
And almost tripped over a beggar sifting trash from the street. He stumbled, managing not to run into her by a hair's breadth, and turned to scowl at the cloaked person--
Before anything stupid came out of his mouth his jaw clicked shut and his brain tried to make sense of what he was looking at. Or rather, who. He knew that cloak, but he was having trouble reconciling the haughty, loyal captain with this dusty apparition.
"Uh... Thal?" he tried, tentative and clearly uncertain that he had the right person. "'Zat you? What're y'doin'?"
