He had a lot to do in Torchline on this trip, both personal and professional, but Tal was a businessman first and foremost so it was his deliveries that he prioritized upon arrival. And honestly, getting the bucket of unicorn poo off the Peregrine was going to be at the top of his priority list no matter what!
As soon as he'd tied up his boat at the Skyport the courier had left his dragon to watch over it and he'd booked it over the bridge to Haulani, the bucket with its tight lid firmly mitigating the ripe aroma in tow. His steps had slowed at an intersection between two streets, one leading to the Court and the other to the bars, but after only a moment of indecision he'd chosen the route that led over the canals and towards the Hanged Man.
And so, with the word count out of the way, Tal pushed open to the bar, glad to duck out of the oppressive heat of the late-morning sunshine. He was looking better than usual: his scruffy hair had actually been properly trimmed and pulled back into a neat queue, with a soft shine to it that spoke of conditioner, and the discerning eye might even think that he had been moisturising. Alas, the same could not be said for his sturdy but plain ensemble. His protective Goggles were over his eyes, shading them from the sun outside and making the transition indoors practically seamless even if it made him look like a bit of a fashion disaster, and he cleared his throat before raising his voice to reach the back of the empty bar.
"Delivery for Flora Kaito-Taliesin!"
As soon as he'd tied up his boat at the Skyport the courier had left his dragon to watch over it and he'd booked it over the bridge to Haulani, the bucket with its tight lid firmly mitigating the ripe aroma in tow. His steps had slowed at an intersection between two streets, one leading to the Court and the other to the bars, but after only a moment of indecision he'd chosen the route that led over the canals and towards the Hanged Man.
And so, with the word count out of the way, Tal pushed open to the bar, glad to duck out of the oppressive heat of the late-morning sunshine. He was looking better than usual: his scruffy hair had actually been properly trimmed and pulled back into a neat queue, with a soft shine to it that spoke of conditioner, and the discerning eye might even think that he had been moisturising. Alas, the same could not be said for his sturdy but plain ensemble. His protective Goggles were over his eyes, shading them from the sun outside and making the transition indoors practically seamless even if it made him look like a bit of a fashion disaster, and he cleared his throat before raising his voice to reach the back of the empty bar.
"Delivery for Flora Kaito-Taliesin!"
