A towel? Of course I have a towel. I always have a towel. Everyone should have a towel. You absolutely must always know exactly where your towel is. You might need it. One moment.
[The strange gray skinned oaf, who seemed utterly unperturbed by the scarred man's current state of undress or the sheer amount of battle damage he had, grabbed a stencil and proceeded to sketch something with the seasoned air of someone who... had drawn way too many towels in his life. A whip of his hand, and there was a sparkle of duskblood when he yanked a very big fluffy white towel. He grunts and thrusts it at him, nodding once.]
I selected white. I do not know the color of your blood yet, so I cannot pattern the selection properly, but it is a first towel. Everyone should have one!
[...uh, look. It's a thing with him. Don't mind him. He's kind of an idiot.]
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[The strange gray skinned oaf, who seemed utterly unperturbed by the scarred man's current state of undress or the sheer amount of battle damage he had, grabbed a stencil and proceeded to sketch something with the seasoned air of someone who... had drawn way too many towels in his life. A whip of his hand, and there was a sparkle of duskblood when he yanked a very big fluffy white towel. He grunts and thrusts it at him, nodding once.]
I selected white. I do not know the color of your blood yet, so I cannot pattern the selection properly, but it is a first towel. Everyone should have one!
[...uh, look. It's a thing with him. Don't mind him. He's kind of an idiot.]