It was a large, heavy duty envelope and Tal didn't know what was in it it was sheet music but he'd been instructed to deliver it to Stormbreak and one Finn Rosencrantz at his earliest convenience. Finn was... kind of a friend? Maybe? There weren't many other people that Tal had shared a half-naked picnic with on Caido, so he dubiously supposed that made them friends. He owed the other man his life, at the very least, so he grabbed his gear and a few changes of clothes, tucked the envelope into his Bag of Holding, and headed off to take the portal to Torchline and the skyship from there to Stormbreak.
It wasn't the red-eye, but it was still dark when Tal arrived and Boreal padded along on the ground at his side, unwilling to fly in the uncertain terrain at night.
Unfortunately, Finn wasn't at the address the courier had. Fortunately, a passerby saw him standing in front of the private detective's door and mentioned some sort of crime having been committed down in the Silk Houses that the man might be investigating, so away Tal went. Interested eyes occasionally strayed from the path to admire the wares on display, but the courier was on the job and he was as tenacious as a bulldog as he followed the rumors to a dark alley that had Boreal's hackles up and Tal adjusting his goggles grimly before he padded into it. Ten feet was a good distance, but he really, really wanted more, especially in situations like this...
"Oh! Hey, Finn!" The man appeared at the edge of Tal's enhanced vision, standing amid broken glass and looking very detective-y as he examined a busted window. Tal grimaced and patted Boreal's head so she'd stay back while he began to pick his way over on tip-toe. "Got a delivery for you!"
It wasn't the red-eye, but it was still dark when Tal arrived and Boreal padded along on the ground at his side, unwilling to fly in the uncertain terrain at night.
Unfortunately, Finn wasn't at the address the courier had. Fortunately, a passerby saw him standing in front of the private detective's door and mentioned some sort of crime having been committed down in the Silk Houses that the man might be investigating, so away Tal went. Interested eyes occasionally strayed from the path to admire the wares on display, but the courier was on the job and he was as tenacious as a bulldog as he followed the rumors to a dark alley that had Boreal's hackles up and Tal adjusting his goggles grimly before he padded into it. Ten feet was a good distance, but he really, really wanted more, especially in situations like this...
"Oh! Hey, Finn!" The man appeared at the edge of Tal's enhanced vision, standing amid broken glass and looking very detective-y as he examined a busted window. Tal grimaced and patted Boreal's head so she'd stay back while he began to pick his way over on tip-toe. "Got a delivery for you!"
