Tal squinted through his goggles at the stranger and slowed his approach to a more cautious pace at the gleefully crazed answer to his question. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to such a nonsensical statement but before he had to figure out anything too complicated the other man continued. Safrin's name was like a ray of moonlight, clarifying the madness into a framework that made sense to the pious(ish) Natural and he relaxed a little of the tension in the shoulders beneath his down-stuffed parka.
"Oh. Well... I guess that makes as much sense as any quest does," he allowed, still doubtful but no longer quite so hostile. Safrin was pretty nice and she'd set him some similar tasks in the past, after all. "But what the hail are y'doin' out here in the middle o' Deepfrost? If y'want ice we got plenty o' that back in th'Citadel where your balls won't try t'crawl up an' shake hands with your tonsils."
A natural poet, was Tal.
"Oh. Well... I guess that makes as much sense as any quest does," he allowed, still doubtful but no longer quite so hostile. Safrin was pretty nice and she'd set him some similar tasks in the past, after all. "But what the hail are y'doin' out here in the middle o' Deepfrost? If y'want ice we got plenty o' that back in th'Citadel where your balls won't try t'crawl up an' shake hands with your tonsils."
A natural poet, was Tal.
