[ Maine blinks. Stares in silence, momentarily thrown by Hawke's words. But it's not the mention of magic and dragons that got him: it's the talk of showers.
Shit. What kind of place doesn't have showers? Maine can hardly imagine it. He's so tall and broad that he simply doesn't fit into the vast majority of tubs. Showers are his only option — and even then, he has to duck down.
He shakes off his surprise after a moment. Processes the rest of what Hawke said. He's run into magic a few times before, but dragons? ]
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Shit. What kind of place doesn't have showers? Maine can hardly imagine it. He's so tall and broad that he simply doesn't fit into the vast majority of tubs. Showers are his only option — and even then, he has to duck down.
He shakes off his surprise after a moment. Processes the rest of what Hawke said. He's run into magic a few times before, but dragons? ]
Fire-breathing dragons?
[ Like out of a book? ]