In truth the courier was just as happy to drop the subject of the tigrish dame who looked like she'd been considering making a meal out of him. Ronin's company offered the benefit of both protection and a good story, and Tal wrinkled his nose at the demigod's secret to camping in the Greatwood. "Y'mean, by choice?" Sure, he'd finally started taking some lessons so he wouldn't immediately drown if he ended up in the drink again, but it still baffled him that people chose to do something so crazy for fun.
He shrugged at the Huntsman's excellent point that he had an enviable problem on his hands, and nodded slowly at the suggestion as the shadows danced around them. Boreal followed behind, pausing to sniff the occasional interesting rock. "I've been thinkin' about openin' a second dropoff," he agreed. "An' hirin' some extra help. I just... dunno. Trustin' my reputation in someone else's hands... it's hard t'let go." He scowled down at his feet at such a vulnerable admission and kicked a hapless pebble that ended up in his path.
The seam wasn't as far as he'd feared and Tal dug around in his Bag of Holding, producing a hammer and a steel chisel meant for woodworking. He hadn't exactly come prepared to do any mining, but hopefully his repair tools would be close enough? Picking a spot nearby, he started to tap at the seam gently, trying to find a good fracture point.
The Tower's fall was a day that would live in infamy, and Tal sobered as Ronin brought it up. "Fuck, they had illusions in their arsenal, too? How'd y'deal with it?"
He shrugged at the Huntsman's excellent point that he had an enviable problem on his hands, and nodded slowly at the suggestion as the shadows danced around them. Boreal followed behind, pausing to sniff the occasional interesting rock. "I've been thinkin' about openin' a second dropoff," he agreed. "An' hirin' some extra help. I just... dunno. Trustin' my reputation in someone else's hands... it's hard t'let go." He scowled down at his feet at such a vulnerable admission and kicked a hapless pebble that ended up in his path.
The seam wasn't as far as he'd feared and Tal dug around in his Bag of Holding, producing a hammer and a steel chisel meant for woodworking. He hadn't exactly come prepared to do any mining, but hopefully his repair tools would be close enough? Picking a spot nearby, he started to tap at the seam gently, trying to find a good fracture point.
The Tower's fall was a day that would live in infamy, and Tal sobered as Ronin brought it up. "Fuck, they had illusions in their arsenal, too? How'd y'deal with it?"
