"But... I thought the architect just died? How was she three hundred years old?" A blunt and indelicate question, from a bluntly indelicate young man. Tal snuck a glance away from the stone totally icy architecture at Finn - slightly up, since the other man had a few inches on him - and the scowl threatened to return as he realized that tragic fact.
At the Eirachi's name Tal went rigid and shot quick glances around at the icy walls before glaring at Finn. "Yeah, I do speak of her, and you shouldn't. Fuckin' Neron caused us enough problems, bringin' her down on us." The scowl fell fully into place at full force at the mention of the former Warden. "Halo is her land. Y'don't need to be at a Shrine for her to show up if you say her name." He crossed his arms, hiding the anxious tapping of his fingers against his ribs. "I haven't met her, an' you better hope you never do, either. An' if you do? You don't go back on any deal you make with her."
At the Eirachi's name Tal went rigid and shot quick glances around at the icy walls before glaring at Finn. "Yeah, I do speak of her, and you shouldn't. Fuckin' Neron caused us enough problems, bringin' her down on us." The scowl fell fully into place at full force at the mention of the former Warden. "Halo is her land. Y'don't need to be at a Shrine for her to show up if you say her name." He crossed his arms, hiding the anxious tapping of his fingers against his ribs. "I haven't met her, an' you better hope you never do, either. An' if you do? You don't go back on any deal you make with her."
