Oooooh, right. The Gods. Tal's nose didn't unwrinkle until he sighed and nodded his head in aggrieved acceptance of the inevitable. "I guess that makes sense." Though Deimos wasn't a demigod and didn't technically owe allegiance to any one of the pantheon, bound to come when called. On the other hand, the courier already knew which way he'd jump if one of the Old Gods wanted his meager talents, so he couldn't really argue otherwise. "I'll hope you're wrong too, though."
Because when it came down to it, Tal had a whole team of concerns yapping around inside his skull, but there was no going against what the gods decreed and Tal just sighed and nodded agreement with his General. "Yeah. I'm thinkin' of askin' Frey for a weapon that'll do... somethin' magical. I just haven't figured out what, yet," he admitted sheepishly. "I wanted t'go with a glaive. Somethin' between my axe and spear, y'know? But I was gonna ask if you had any suggestions for what it could do."
Because when it came down to it, Tal had a whole team of concerns yapping around inside his skull, but there was no going against what the gods decreed and Tal just sighed and nodded agreement with his General. "Yeah. I'm thinkin' of askin' Frey for a weapon that'll do... somethin' magical. I just haven't figured out what, yet," he admitted sheepishly. "I wanted t'go with a glaive. Somethin' between my axe and spear, y'know? But I was gonna ask if you had any suggestions for what it could do."
