The old lady’s weird way of talking was as disconcerting as her unclear motives, but the howling spirits and their answer didn’t shed any new light on things, either, at least to Tal’s fear-muzzled mind. ”Dangerous?” he repeated in a mutter, frowning in puzzlement. ”What kind of name is—“
Then the swirling energies overhead began to tickle at the edges of his sight and Tal flinched down. He tried a weak grin as Amun looked up at him it wasn’t very convincing, and gave the not-a-ghost-man’s shoulder a reassuring pat. Tal was behind him all the way!
… or maybe just for a few more seconds.
”Uh. Miss Dangerous? How are we supposed to dispatch--” he started to ask the old woman plaintively.
Then Maeve chose violence and Tal swore briefly, ducking under the table for cover.
Tal tries to ask the old lady a question, but ends up hiding under the table!
Then the swirling energies overhead began to tickle at the edges of his sight and Tal flinched down. He tried a weak grin as Amun looked up at him it wasn’t very convincing, and gave the not-a-ghost-man’s shoulder a reassuring pat. Tal was behind him all the way!
… or maybe just for a few more seconds.
”Uh. Miss Dangerous? How are we supposed to dispatch--” he started to ask the old woman plaintively.
Then Maeve chose violence and Tal swore briefly, ducking under the table for cover.
Tal tries to ask the old lady a question, but ends up hiding under the table!
