Tal squinted at the slightly hazy man next to him, clearly trying to decide if Finn was pulling his leg. He finished his ale and pushed the mug across the counter for a refill while he considered the implications, scowl slipping habitually over his features. His finger tapped furiously on the counter as thoughts chased around in his head, flitting like bats and just as fuzzy.
"Huh? Oh, no, 'm done for the night," he waved off Finn's question, still puzzling over the strange gifts. Enchanted guitar strings? Sure, why not. But a paperweight?
"Was it a magic paperweight?" he hazarded, doggedly returning to the previous topic. "Like... all sparkly, an' shit?" Maybe it glowed like a nightlight?
"Huh? Oh, no, 'm done for the night," he waved off Finn's question, still puzzling over the strange gifts. Enchanted guitar strings? Sure, why not. But a paperweight?
"Was it a magic paperweight?" he hazarded, doggedly returning to the previous topic. "Like... all sparkly, an' shit?" Maybe it glowed like a nightlight?
