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-=The PCDs are acting up again. Hawke's been staring at his for the past hour, listening to languages and watching the odd scrawls happen on the screen. He can speak two languages, but he doesn't know if anyone else at this point knows of them. So he takes a plank of bark and uses a piece of coal to write.=-
[People rely too much on words as it is.]
-=When he's done, he shows the PCD the picture he made. Pools of water with steam rising from them. Then he moves the picture to the side and sighs. There's nothing like speaking with over exaggerated gestures. He runs a fist in a circular motion over his heart, then trails a finger down the side of his face and finally taps his fingers to his temple. His hand shifts down to his chest, tapping himself and then pointing to the picture. That should be apparent enough. Then he smiles and points to the PCD. Anyone is welcome to join him at the hot springs.=-
[[the log for the springs is here!]]
[People rely too much on words as it is.]
-=When he's done, he shows the PCD the picture he made. Pools of water with steam rising from them. Then he moves the picture to the side and sighs. There's nothing like speaking with over exaggerated gestures. He runs a fist in a circular motion over his heart, then trails a finger down the side of his face and finally taps his fingers to his temple. His hand shifts down to his chest, tapping himself and then pointing to the picture. That should be apparent enough. Then he smiles and points to the PCD. Anyone is welcome to join him at the hot springs.=-
[[the log for the springs is here!]]
