Tal nodded at the optimism they both had for the new waystation, exhaling as he felt the ring's magic wan again as another healing charge energized the land beneath his hand. He stood and shook as much of the mud from his hand as he could, trying not to grimace too obviously at the unpleasantly sticky, gooey sensation. Boreal clearly didn't mind at all, seeming to revel in the way the mud squished between her talons and the rain streamed off her scales as she nosed around them for interesting scents.
"Oh the, uh... the Temple, huh?" He started to reach up to scratch his nose and stopped himself just shy of smearing muck on his face. "That Danta guy seems keen on doin' Dygra stuff in there..." He wrinkled his nose at the memory of the blood bowl that had gone in. "But yeah, o' course I can bring supplies! I'll be headin' back t'Halo by way o' the Greatwood after this, so I can pick 'em up then. Got anythin' y'want delivered to 'Delia while I'm at it?"
"Oh the, uh... the Temple, huh?" He started to reach up to scratch his nose and stopped himself just shy of smearing muck on his face. "That Danta guy seems keen on doin' Dygra stuff in there..." He wrinkled his nose at the memory of the blood bowl that had gone in. "But yeah, o' course I can bring supplies! I'll be headin' back t'Halo by way o' the Greatwood after this, so I can pick 'em up then. Got anythin' y'want delivered to 'Delia while I'm at it?"
