Tal was too unsettled from the ambush to keep up his usual gruff aspect, and Sah actually received a an awkward nod of gratitude before the courier knelt down to try and rub feeling back into his leg. He looked up at Deimos's words, grimacing as he considered his options - and remembered who was standing nearby. "Uh. I think I'll be okay for now. Least it's not bleedin' or anything? If it gets worse I'll let you know." The numbness and freezing burn lingered, but the wound to his pride had gone much deeper and he carefully straightened up and tried not to put too much weight on the frostbitten appendage.
At the Guildmaster's gaze Tal realized what lay ahead of them and groaned softly. "I just got those in order..." he grumbled, looking in dismay at the scattered papers he'd been helping to organize recently. With a long-suffering sigh the young man began gathering pages from around the room and shuffling them back into their proper order once more.
Tal refuses healing (for now), and begins collecting paperwork
At the Guildmaster's gaze Tal realized what lay ahead of them and groaned softly. "I just got those in order..." he grumbled, looking in dismay at the scattered papers he'd been helping to organize recently. With a long-suffering sigh the young man began gathering pages from around the room and shuffling them back into their proper order once more.
Tal refuses healing (for now), and begins collecting paperwork
