"Yeah? Didn't know you were an artist, too," Tal tried to tease but there wasn't his usual fire behind it. "My dad used to scrimshaw ursur tusks." He held back as Sah left his offering, pausing at the first row of pews to rummage around in his Bag of Holding with a look of distracted concentration on his face.
His fingers closed around one of the apples he'd brought the Citadel's greenhouse and it seemed like a good offering in this place of fire and ash, where plant life was rare. He stepped up to set it beside Sah's knife and closed his eyes in silent prayer to the old gods.
Boreal whuffed quietly at Lilly's nudge and turned to sit beside the wolf, leaning companionably against her fluffier friend as they guarded the only way in or out for their humans.
"Y'ever get the thing you were questin' for?" the courier asked curiously when he'd finished.
His fingers closed around one of the apples he'd brought the Citadel's greenhouse and it seemed like a good offering in this place of fire and ash, where plant life was rare. He stepped up to set it beside Sah's knife and closed his eyes in silent prayer to the old gods.
Boreal whuffed quietly at Lilly's nudge and turned to sit beside the wolf, leaning companionably against her fluffier friend as they guarded the only way in or out for their humans.
"Y'ever get the thing you were questin' for?" the courier asked curiously when he'd finished.
