Tal just stared at the woman as she rattled on. Finally, when she wound down, he shook his head with an indelicate snort. "Lady, that's exactly the sort of weird, pretentious shit I'd expect a cultist to say. He glanced around uneasily as she packed up her sticks and rat, making sure his own pack was secure before he dropped his hand to rest lightly on the axe head at his hip.
Spiritually awakened, Tal was not.
"Huh? I didn't give you any--" He groaned, realizing that she'd misunderstood that he'd been talking about himself, but-- "Never mind. It's true enough for everyone, I guess."
He watched her walking away, and there was a clear weighing of options in his open expression as he considered cutting out now. If she'd stayed silent he might well have left her to her own strange devices, but the question drew him on as he shuffled his feet into motion, trailing behind her with a scowl. "It's from the Feverlands," he explained, as if that answered everything.
Spiritually awakened, Tal was not.
"Huh? I didn't give you any--" He groaned, realizing that she'd misunderstood that he'd been talking about himself, but-- "Never mind. It's true enough for everyone, I guess."
He watched her walking away, and there was a clear weighing of options in his open expression as he considered cutting out now. If she'd stayed silent he might well have left her to her own strange devices, but the question drew him on as he shuffled his feet into motion, trailing behind her with a scowl. "It's from the Feverlands," he explained, as if that answered everything.
