It was amazing how a quest from a god could force one into being a lot more outgoing than they would normally be. Take Tal, for instance, whose nose wrinkled in uncertainty as Isar's accent sounded... almost-but-not-quite familiar. The courier had been in Whitebrim quite a bit, but only after one of the Warden's Ascended pals in the shape of a dragon had razed it to the ground, leaving it an smoldering ruin. The charred remains of the residents had quickly been claimed by ursur and other tundra scavengers, leaving a ghost town that the courier had been starting to fix up before the War had finished the job of wiped it off the map.
"So y'wouldn't mind if a shrine t'th'old gods got built here?" Tal was so very tempted to just take the first answer and count it as a win, but he was determined to do this right, even if it made it harder to succeed in the end.
He wasn't prepared for the sudden shift in topic and he blinked, taken aback while his thoughts scrambled to shift and catch up. "Uh... I mean... maybe?" he said slowly, mind racing to tally up which of his courier stations needed an extra hand. "My place in Torchline could use another clerk," he said after a couple of moments of thinking. "But I'd need t'get t'know you before hirin' you in. It's my reputation on th'line, so..." He trailed off with a shrug.
Torchline might be a bit more comfortable for an itinerant Ancient once Deepfrost sank its teeth into Caido, too, which if the current weather was any indication was fairly imminent.
"So y'wouldn't mind if a shrine t'th'old gods got built here?" Tal was so very tempted to just take the first answer and count it as a win, but he was determined to do this right, even if it made it harder to succeed in the end.
He wasn't prepared for the sudden shift in topic and he blinked, taken aback while his thoughts scrambled to shift and catch up. "Uh... I mean... maybe?" he said slowly, mind racing to tally up which of his courier stations needed an extra hand. "My place in Torchline could use another clerk," he said after a couple of moments of thinking. "But I'd need t'get t'know you before hirin' you in. It's my reputation on th'line, so..." He trailed off with a shrug.
Torchline might be a bit more comfortable for an itinerant Ancient once Deepfrost sank its teeth into Caido, too, which if the current weather was any indication was fairly imminent.
