Ever the adventurer, Hawke can't help himself when he sees a chest the size of the one he's looking at now. Though covered with overgrowth and vines, it doesn't deter him. Drawing a knife, he begins to to cut and saw away the vegetation covering it. Just as he's about to open the great chest, it suddenly rocks from side to side.
Hawke stops and looks at it curiously. Whatever is in there, it's moving. Some may take that as a sign to leave it alone, but it only makes Hawke more curious about what's inside. If something alive is in there he has to know what. With a heave he lifts open the chest's lid and a very familiar head pokes out, at least familiar to him. It's his mabari warhound, looking at him with a wide doggy grin.
"Notch?! How did you-" Before he even finishes speaking the massive dog barks happily and bounds out of the chest, tackling him. Hawke grunts, grabbing the hound and stumbling back into an unseen box behind him. After a few sloppy dog kisses Hawke pushes Notch away. The hound lands on all fours without a problem, bounding in a circle before wagging its stubby tail so hard its entire backside shakes.
"I suppose this is going to be another one of life's great mysteries," Hawke says with a chuckle as he wipes the slobber from his face. Notch barks happily in response.
With his face clean again, Hawke searches for the box they smashed against. "Now what did we break this time?" He finds it hidden among the underbrush of the grounds, a half-rotted crate with its lid smashed in after Notch pushed Hawke into it. "Might as well take a look since it's already open eh?" Hawke says the hound. Notch woofs before trotting to his side.
Reaching inside, Hawke retrieves a pair of strange devices. One looks slightly similar to the console in his suite only much, much smaller. The other he can't made heads or tails of. "Mysteries to solve at another time I think," he says and stuffs both items into a pouch on his belt. All in all, this is proving to be a bountiful trip.
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Hawke stops and looks at it curiously. Whatever is in there, it's moving. Some may take that as a sign to leave it alone, but it only makes Hawke more curious about what's inside. If something alive is in there he has to know what. With a heave he lifts open the chest's lid and a very familiar head pokes out, at least familiar to him. It's his mabari warhound, looking at him with a wide doggy grin.
"Notch?! How did you-" Before he even finishes speaking the massive dog barks happily and bounds out of the chest, tackling him. Hawke grunts, grabbing the hound and stumbling back into an unseen box behind him. After a few sloppy dog kisses Hawke pushes Notch away. The hound lands on all fours without a problem, bounding in a circle before wagging its stubby tail so hard its entire backside shakes.
"I suppose this is going to be another one of life's great mysteries," Hawke says with a chuckle as he wipes the slobber from his face. Notch barks happily in response.
With his face clean again, Hawke searches for the box they smashed against. "Now what did we break this time?" He finds it hidden among the underbrush of the grounds, a half-rotted crate with its lid smashed in after Notch pushed Hawke into it. "Might as well take a look since it's already open eh?" Hawke says the hound. Notch woofs before trotting to his side.
Reaching inside, Hawke retrieves a pair of strange devices. One looks slightly similar to the console in his suite only much, much smaller. The other he can't made heads or tails of. "Mysteries to solve at another time I think," he says and stuffs both items into a pouch on his belt. All in all, this is proving to be a bountiful trip.