Tal had done a little shopping, including a different shirt, some earrings and a hat. He waited for Sunjata outside the broad doors of the pleasure compound that was Mother Molly's with his hands in his pockets. The courier looked a little different than usual. His skin was still brown and he hadn't been able to change the color of his eyes on such short notice, but otherwise he had managed to cobble together a disguise that gave him a passing resemblance to one Sah Lovi of Halo.
And he looked mighty pleased with himself about it, too.
Sure, if someone knew the Wild Thunder well - or the Messenger, for that matter - the effect would fall apart pretty quickly. But Tal was counting on the fact that Sah had barely been to Stormbreak at all, and he had never gone past the back door of Molly's after handing over a delivery to whoever was in charge of taking boxes that day.
Boreal was nowhere in sight unless one looked up to the roofs to find a new, pale gargoyle lazing on a ledge high above and looking down with interest in the proceedings. Keen eyes picked out a familiar height in the stream of humans moving to and fro below and passed the information along to her human, who turned to scan passing pedestrians eagerly. The alcohol was still buzzing in his system, relaxing him and lending him its liquid courage, and he was looking forward to making some progress on his quest now that the Flood had allayed many of his anxieties about it.
And he looked mighty pleased with himself about it, too.
Sure, if someone knew the Wild Thunder well - or the Messenger, for that matter - the effect would fall apart pretty quickly. But Tal was counting on the fact that Sah had barely been to Stormbreak at all, and he had never gone past the back door of Molly's after handing over a delivery to whoever was in charge of taking boxes that day.
Boreal was nowhere in sight unless one looked up to the roofs to find a new, pale gargoyle lazing on a ledge high above and looking down with interest in the proceedings. Keen eyes picked out a familiar height in the stream of humans moving to and fro below and passed the information along to her human, who turned to scan passing pedestrians eagerly. The alcohol was still buzzing in his system, relaxing him and lending him its liquid courage, and he was looking forward to making some progress on his quest now that the Flood had allayed many of his anxieties about it.
