Tal had paused his retreat when curiosity had caught him and he stayed to talk with the stranger, but he didn't mind walking slowly back to the dogs while they talked. Now that he had his bottled snow he wasn't in any hurry - except to figure out whether the maybe-ghost was kindly or malicious.
Not that he could do anything either way, unless Amun wasn't a ghost after all. The crunch of snow under the man's feet was oddly reassuring, but didn't solve the earlier mystery even a little bit.
Tal's look was a little more sympathetic at hearing that Amun had been caught up in Ludo's nightmares, but his description of Safrin had the courier's brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean, about her havin' shadows?" His voice was uncertain as he looked down at the bottle in his hand. "What'd she do to you?"
Not that he could do anything either way, unless Amun wasn't a ghost after all. The crunch of snow under the man's feet was oddly reassuring, but didn't solve the earlier mystery even a little bit.
Tal's look was a little more sympathetic at hearing that Amun had been caught up in Ludo's nightmares, but his description of Safrin had the courier's brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean, about her havin' shadows?" His voice was uncertain as he looked down at the bottle in his hand. "What'd she do to you?"
