Tal had had a little too much adventure lately courtesy of the Dreamwalker, but since he was down in the southwest reaches of Caido he figured he'd swing by for the Guild's party. Deepfrost was his favorite season in Torchline, when the oppressive heat had cooled to something downright tolerable by Halovian standards, and he was in the mood to celebrate surviving an encounter he'd frankly had no right to come out of unscathed from.
He ambled towards the lights from candles and torches, reluctantly impressed by the musicians warming up. Boreal lagged a little ways behind him, inquisitive muzzle sniffing around for any early tidbits that might have been dropped by a hurrying caterer, and Tal shared his companion's focus by moving first to a banquet table with some tasty little sausages wrapped in fried dough. He popped one in his mouth and then scooped up a small plateful before heading over toEdmund with a nod. "Hey, k- uh, Edmund," he hurriedly corrected. "This is a pretty good party!"
He ambled towards the lights from candles and torches, reluctantly impressed by the musicians warming up. Boreal lagged a little ways behind him, inquisitive muzzle sniffing around for any early tidbits that might have been dropped by a hurrying caterer, and Tal shared his companion's focus by moving first to a banquet table with some tasty little sausages wrapped in fried dough. He popped one in his mouth and then scooped up a small plateful before heading over to
