Hawke's journal

-=Tybalt, you're getting free meat, shut up. But when the pair comes up towards the earth dome, Hawke is there outside, doing what he can in keeping the insides of the animals clean as the lockjaw settles with the haunch of one of those creatures, crunching happily on the bones. The lizard lifts his head, sniffing the air when they approach.=-

Juliet. Tybalt. -=He lifts one hand up in greeting, the red lines apparent on his forearms are definitely not paint.=-