Tal nodded miserably in agreement at feeling empty, and while he could pretend it was because of the weather that his mood was so low, Thal would know better. Better then just about anyone else these days, truth be told, but most of the crew was too busy readying the ship to face the storm to pay much attention to the courier. The storm was practically on them already, the seas rough beneath the Marauder's hull and the sky a black maw of chaos lit by jagged teeth of lightning above.
He couldn't do much more than listen at the moment; he might run a one-man ship most of the time, but Tal had trained on the big skyships and knew better than to distract a captain aboard a vessel heading into a tempest. Besides, it was getting hard to hear Thal over the wind and thunder, so the courier settled for bumping his shoulder into hers as he scowled into the teeth of the storm. "Well, we aren't gonna just forget 'em. They were too damn important t'us, yeah? T'all o' Caido! An' y'spent more time with 'em'n I did. Y'knew 'em best. So... what would Pierce or Vox want us t'do now?"
He couldn't do much more than listen at the moment; he might run a one-man ship most of the time, but Tal had trained on the big skyships and knew better than to distract a captain aboard a vessel heading into a tempest. Besides, it was getting hard to hear Thal over the wind and thunder, so the courier settled for bumping his shoulder into hers as he scowled into the teeth of the storm. "Well, we aren't gonna just forget 'em. They were too damn important t'us, yeah? T'all o' Caido! An' y'spent more time with 'em'n I did. Y'knew 'em best. So... what would Pierce or Vox want us t'do now?"
