Tal was so used to his Cuff's protection that he didn't even think about why his friend was so much sweatier than he was, so he marched blithely on, oblivious to the opportunity for chivalry that he was missing. Maybe Soh could get an item that protected her from the heat after she finished her earrings? It would be as useful for a mapmaker as it was for a mailman!
But today's tasks had to do with earrings and Vests, and Tal ducked into the close, stifling heat of the Burrows in pursuit of his dragon, pausing to make sure Soh and Tarak were right behind him. After a few hundred feet the narrow crack widened into a tunnel and the temperature eased a few degrees; the courier looked back at his friend with a lopsided grin. "I'm better with wood than metal or stone," he admitted. "But if it's just hittin' th' wall with a pickaxe an' collectin' what falls out, hail, even I can do that!"
With Boreal in the lead - more because she wanted to be than because she had any idea where they were going or how to find metal ore in the rocks - Tal kept his Goggled eyes peeled as they headed deeper. "Only thing is, it's gotta be silver for mine. T'make my Vest zap harder when somethin' hits me," he explained, rapping his knuckles on the armored garment with a sharp grin. "That'll make 'em think twice about hittin' me again!"
But today's tasks had to do with earrings and Vests, and Tal ducked into the close, stifling heat of the Burrows in pursuit of his dragon, pausing to make sure Soh and Tarak were right behind him. After a few hundred feet the narrow crack widened into a tunnel and the temperature eased a few degrees; the courier looked back at his friend with a lopsided grin. "I'm better with wood than metal or stone," he admitted. "But if it's just hittin' th' wall with a pickaxe an' collectin' what falls out, hail, even I can do that!"
With Boreal in the lead - more because she wanted to be than because she had any idea where they were going or how to find metal ore in the rocks - Tal kept his Goggled eyes peeled as they headed deeper. "Only thing is, it's gotta be silver for mine. T'make my Vest zap harder when somethin' hits me," he explained, rapping his knuckles on the armored garment with a sharp grin. "That'll make 'em think twice about hittin' me again!"
