Tal was still part of the Monster Hunter's Guild, technically. He hadn't resigned yet, mostly out of stubbornness and also a reluctance to try and talk to Deimos one-on-one again, but the end result was that he was a card-carrying member.
Which could be damned inconvenient when someone caught wind of that fact and asked him for a favor he wasn't sure he should refuse. He'd come to the Grounds to deliver a package and ended up helping rebuild the Town Hall and now here he was, out in the Islands and fuck if he was coming back again anytime soon.
Turned out there'd been more than one rancher complaining about the allogator attacks recently, and now the courier scowled as he prowled along the shore (but not too near), Dagger at the ready and suspicious glare leveled at all the motionless logs that could be deadly predators! ...Or just wet wood. How the fuck was he supposed to know?
Boreal circled lazily overhead, and the dragon called his attention to something unexpected in the water a little ways ahead. Tal picked up his pace and then stopped short at the definitely-not-a-gator standing there in the water, doing who-knew-what. "Uh. Shit, sorry, didn't mean t'interrupt..." Was the guy even wearing pants? Tal couldn't tell, and frankly wasn't sure he wanted to find out. "I'll just... keep goin'..." He started to shuffle past from the nice, safe, dry shore.
Which could be damned inconvenient when someone caught wind of that fact and asked him for a favor he wasn't sure he should refuse. He'd come to the Grounds to deliver a package and ended up helping rebuild the Town Hall and now here he was, out in the Islands and fuck if he was coming back again anytime soon.
Turned out there'd been more than one rancher complaining about the allogator attacks recently, and now the courier scowled as he prowled along the shore (but not too near), Dagger at the ready and suspicious glare leveled at all the motionless logs that could be deadly predators! ...Or just wet wood. How the fuck was he supposed to know?
Boreal circled lazily overhead, and the dragon called his attention to something unexpected in the water a little ways ahead. Tal picked up his pace and then stopped short at the definitely-not-a-gator standing there in the water, doing who-knew-what. "Uh. Shit, sorry, didn't mean t'interrupt..." Was the guy even wearing pants? Tal couldn't tell, and frankly wasn't sure he wanted to find out. "I'll just... keep goin'..." He started to shuffle past from the nice, safe, dry shore.
