"Told by who?" Tal asked suspiciously, trailing in the robed figure's wake as he sent a silent signal through the bond with his companion. Boreal's silent steps slowed, eyes reflecting the little bit of light that penetrated to the swamp floor like twin moons locked on Chaele's back.
When the stranger didn't turn back to check, Tal scowled harder and trotted ahead, letting the dragon fade into the settling gloom of the night. "Yeah, well, it can watch this," he growled, flipping a rude gesture into the air for whatever spirit was fucking with him. Mud clung to his sturdy boots, but his steps were light and sure across the mucky ground.
The courier jerked in surprise and dropped his hand to his axe at the crack of the snapping branch. "Who died and made you Warden?" Tal glared and inched a little closer, but didn't move to help. "Fire, I can do on my own. Still not sure why I should trust some skull-wearin' weirdo. What d'you even do as a 'shaman'?"
When the stranger didn't turn back to check, Tal scowled harder and trotted ahead, letting the dragon fade into the settling gloom of the night. "Yeah, well, it can watch this," he growled, flipping a rude gesture into the air for whatever spirit was fucking with him. Mud clung to his sturdy boots, but his steps were light and sure across the mucky ground.
The courier jerked in surprise and dropped his hand to his axe at the crack of the snapping branch. "Who died and made you Warden?" Tal glared and inched a little closer, but didn't move to help. "Fire, I can do on my own. Still not sure why I should trust some skull-wearin' weirdo. What d'you even do as a 'shaman'?"
