"They're baying at you, man," Tal said, backing a step away and dropping his hand to his axe as his eyes widened at Amun's decidedly ghost-like movements. That was definitely not normal human behavior - at least, not living human behavior - and it was Ludo's season after all... maybe the god had missed a soul?
Tal glanced back to where he had walked lightly over the icy crust of the snow earlier, and on which he still stood, and then back at Amun with a decidedly wary expression beneath his scarf and hood. "No... no I don't think you could. Look, uh, Amun was it? There's... there's no road anywhere near here. That's... that's why I've got the sled and the... the dogs..." He gestured a little helplessly and took another careful backwards step.
"If you're lookin' for Mort's Halls, you probably want the Shrine on the Sea of Glass. Just head due west and y'can't miss it. I'd take you myself but Safrin'd probably get pissed if I showed up with one of Ludo's friends along for the ride."
Tal glanced back to where he had walked lightly over the icy crust of the snow earlier, and on which he still stood, and then back at Amun with a decidedly wary expression beneath his scarf and hood. "No... no I don't think you could. Look, uh, Amun was it? There's... there's no road anywhere near here. That's... that's why I've got the sled and the... the dogs..." He gestured a little helplessly and took another careful backwards step.
"If you're lookin' for Mort's Halls, you probably want the Shrine on the Sea of Glass. Just head due west and y'can't miss it. I'd take you myself but Safrin'd probably get pissed if I showed up with one of Ludo's friends along for the ride."
