In spite of certain people's opinions of him, Tal was neither a fool nor completely reckless. He'd sent a raven-note back to the Guild board that he needed help for a tiger hunt and where to meet, and then he'd packed his Bag very carefully in Torchline with chunks of rhampire meat tightly wrapped in waxed paper, a shovel, a net made of tough metal wires, multiple stakes, and a full dozen throwing axes and knives to complement his glaive.
He also had his Goggles and Vest.
And his dragon, of course, who caught his excitement and anxiety and paced restlessly while crooning to calm him down until they got on the road again.
There was, at least, plenty of time to steel himself and let the nerve jitters work out as they hiked back to the Oerwoud and waited at the meeting place he'd specified at an opening to the Undergrove. He was fussing with Boreal's horns, much to her pleasure, while he waited to see who would come. He definitely wasn't starting before he had backup ready!
He also had his Goggles and Vest.
And his dragon, of course, who caught his excitement and anxiety and paced restlessly while crooning to calm him down until they got on the road again.
There was, at least, plenty of time to steel himself and let the nerve jitters work out as they hiked back to the Oerwoud and waited at the meeting place he'd specified at an opening to the Undergrove. He was fussing with Boreal's horns, much to her pleasure, while he waited to see who would come. He definitely wasn't starting before he had backup ready!
