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[golden_hawke]

-=Guess who pops up on the PCDs in the pre-dawn light! He's dirty with what looks like reddish-brown mud, still mostly naked, and looks positively exhausted. There are fresh, thin, red lines down the insides of his forearms, but they look more like red marker lines than what they really were. Hawke's lockjaw has become a beast of burden and is hauling not only Hawke's gear, but some animals that have been hunted.=-

-=Hawke speaks something in his own language, not caring that the musical lilt won't be understood by people here. And then a moment later he gives a loose translation.=-

I am home. I have brought meat, but I do not have the strength to finish preparing it. And I would need a bath, first.

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[golden_hawke]

-=Tybalt needs to get wasted, man.=-

And I thank you as well. -=He's passing the containers of the soap he makes over to Juliet, his one time in touching her hands.=-

I can go wash in peace, now, knowing that the meat is on its way to being used.

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[capuletnomore]

[That would be hilarious, seeing them bond over drinking.]

[She can't help but smile when his fingers touch hers as she takes the containers.]

I am glad we could help. Be safe on your walk.

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[capuletguarddog]

[Nah, when Tybalt gets wasted, he just gets more belligerent. ]

Thank you [It even manages to sound almost sincere! But he sees Juliet's smile, and his eyes narrow]

Now come on Juliet, let's get home and let... Hawke have some peace.

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[golden_hawke]

-=Hawke's patient. He will wait. There's a bow and he takes his own toiletries to head over to the hot springs.=-

Hooves of the Ancestors shadow you from the heat of the sun.