His question unleashed an unexpected torrent of words, but Tal could tell this was something Alys cared deeply about. Though her explanations would have elicited a very different response from the courier at the start of the night, now he listened with furrowed brow and intense concentration, not interrupting - though a few times it seemed like he wanted to. It was all a lot to take in, and he chewed his lip in deep thought, fingers tapping an unconscious rhythm on the wood of the table as they continued to sit and converse.
"Could I see y'do one for yourself?" he asked at last, after much hesitation. His innate skepticism was warring with a desire to believe in Alys's passion, moved by her own obvious belief in the cards. And whatever qualms he had about whether the gods were involved, or some more obscure 'universe' of some kind, he knew better than to raise them with an Abandoned. "An'... how many decks do y'have?"
"Could I see y'do one for yourself?" he asked at last, after much hesitation. His innate skepticism was warring with a desire to believe in Alys's passion, moved by her own obvious belief in the cards. And whatever qualms he had about whether the gods were involved, or some more obscure 'universe' of some kind, he knew better than to raise them with an Abandoned. "An'... how many decks do y'have?"
