Tal's scowl deepened at the non-answer - and he irritably slapped at a biting fly that landed on his arm. By the time Tal looked up again and opened his mouth to reply, the very strange stranger was walking away shocking even the notoriously awkward courier with their casual disregard for courtesy.
"Hey--!" But whatever else he might said was interrupted by a swirl of mist (not terribly unusual in such a humid swamp) and the faint sound of laughter. Tal's eyes widened and he looked around jerkily, swearing under his breath as the dragon growled and swatted at the already-disappearing mist. "Fuck! C'mon, Boreal."
In spite of his better judgment he headed after the shaman-maybe-cultist a little faster than he might have otherwise. "The fuck was that?" He demanded of the mysteriously robed person.
"Hey--!" But whatever else he might said was interrupted by a swirl of mist (not terribly unusual in such a humid swamp) and the faint sound of laughter. Tal's eyes widened and he looked around jerkily, swearing under his breath as the dragon growled and swatted at the already-disappearing mist. "Fuck! C'mon, Boreal."
In spite of his better judgment he headed after the shaman-maybe-cultist a little faster than he might have otherwise. "The fuck was that?" He demanded of the mysteriously robed person.
