Tal just took the scene in, absorbing it in all its glory: dead, bloody rat; bone-wearing human(?); dark jungle, lit only by filtered star-and-moonlight.
Pale, sea-ice green eyes danced between skull and rat and eventually settled on the skull, a faint scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth. More of his tanned skin showed than usual, here in the sweltering heat of the Feverlands. It wasn't as hot as the Climb but it was far more humid, and his linen shirt and muddy trousers clung with sweat.
"Yeah, well, pretty sure no one 'belongs' here," he grumbled, pulling his shirt away from his chest with a grimace of distaste. As soon as he let go, it immediately stuck to him again. "No one human, leastwise. Unless you're a lizard Attuned or something, I guess." And even that would be pushing it.
Without waiting for a reply, Tal bluntly asked the first question the skull-like mask brought to mind. "Are you a cultist?"
Boreal's eyes narrowed and she sniffed the air again, large head swinging from side to side as if following a scent, though she didn't move from the courier's side.
Pale, sea-ice green eyes danced between skull and rat and eventually settled on the skull, a faint scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth. More of his tanned skin showed than usual, here in the sweltering heat of the Feverlands. It wasn't as hot as the Climb but it was far more humid, and his linen shirt and muddy trousers clung with sweat.
"Yeah, well, pretty sure no one 'belongs' here," he grumbled, pulling his shirt away from his chest with a grimace of distaste. As soon as he let go, it immediately stuck to him again. "No one human, leastwise. Unless you're a lizard Attuned or something, I guess." And even that would be pushing it.
Without waiting for a reply, Tal bluntly asked the first question the skull-like mask brought to mind. "Are you a cultist?"
Boreal's eyes narrowed and she sniffed the air again, large head swinging from side to side as if following a scent, though she didn't move from the courier's side.
