[SE] if we never made a sound

That was a potentially dangerous question, and one that gave Tal a moment's pause. Even he had never chosen which god to ask for favors willy-nilly, though he'd spread his requests of them out pretty evenly over the years. There had always been some sort of rhyme or reason to which one he'd prayed to for which item... though as much as he loved Mort, he was leery of going back to Ludo ever again.

"Safrin," he finally said, though slowly. "None o' th'gods are safe," he continued, part admission and part warning. "But I'm doin' a quest for Safrin right now, t'make my Vest even stronger." He rapped his knuckles on the supple, stony, magical garment proudly, and the silver pinstripes on it seemed to shimmer. "Still gotta mine some silver from somewhere. Th'Climb or th'Fangs, I guess." He grimaced faintly and shrugged. "Haven't decided which yet."

He listened to her own quest details, chewing his lip in deep consideration. "Well... let's work on t'other parts first," he offered. "When you're ready t'head back into th'Greatwood we'll put our heads together an' see what we can come up with." Pushing their empty plates aside he leaned forward, taking out a grubby notepad to scribble down some notes. "So, what else is on your list...?"

~Fin