At the mention of a 'stray, flying weapon' Tal strove to look innocently busy with the straps. His own practices with his throwing axes were usually pretty good. Usually. Most of the time. And he hardly ever missed badly enough to cause problems for anyone else except once or twice...
"Yeah, the storage room," he agreed, maybe a little too quickly. He scowled down at the precious, fragile cargo of wrapped and padded frames as if warning them not to even think about breaking. Once he was sure they weren't going to slip or shift, he headed back to the team to unhook harnesses and lead dogs over, around, or under their fellows to untangle the mess Belial had taunted them into. Bell whined impatiently while he got all the wagging tails and eager noses back in line, but finally they were ready to go and he whistled them into motion, slow and steady to keep to Deimos's pace and ensure a minimum of jostling as they headed for the Palace
One aspect of their quest down!
~Fin~
"Yeah, the storage room," he agreed, maybe a little too quickly. He scowled down at the precious, fragile cargo of wrapped and padded frames as if warning them not to even think about breaking. Once he was sure they weren't going to slip or shift, he headed back to the team to unhook harnesses and lead dogs over, around, or under their fellows to untangle the mess Belial had taunted them into. Bell whined impatiently while he got all the wagging tails and eager noses back in line, but finally they were ready to go and he whistled them into motion, slow and steady to keep to Deimos's pace and ensure a minimum of jostling as they headed for the Palace
One aspect of their quest down!
~Fin~
