Tal had just started to take a drink when Finn made his apology, and the snort mixed with his ale resulted in a bad few moments as he coughed and cleared his throat, waving distracted reassurance at the other man. "Nah, nah, nothin' like that. Believe me, I've heard a lot worse." He managed a slightly sickly sardonic grin before taking another drink and a more careful breath. "Better, too. Just... lots t'think about." Not his favorite pasttime, truth be told.
Besides, there's shrine curses to share, and Tal looked almost smug until Finn started asking questions he had to scramble to remember answers too. "Uhh... dunno. Slowly, I guess? Not havin' a proper thumb an' all, seems tough. Maybe he had help?" Parents or a spouse or friends... hopefully. But the courier perked up at the next question. "He had t'get special boots made! With extra room at the ends. Got a friend who says he knows the cobbler that did the work on 'em."
Besides, there's shrine curses to share, and Tal looked almost smug until Finn started asking questions he had to scramble to remember answers too. "Uhh... dunno. Slowly, I guess? Not havin' a proper thumb an' all, seems tough. Maybe he had help?" Parents or a spouse or friends... hopefully. But the courier perked up at the next question. "He had t'get special boots made! With extra room at the ends. Got a friend who says he knows the cobbler that did the work on 'em."
