[Asch tugs at his tabard, getting it over his shoulders and twisting it around to drain some of the water out. Ugh, there's sea gunk everywhere. Gross. He's going to need one hell of a wash later...]
I'm fine. Why the hell is it so warm here?
[It's so balmy it could practically be summer. The sun alone ought to have him dry within the hour, at this rate.]
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I'm fine. Why the hell is it so warm here?
[It's so balmy it could practically be summer. The sun alone ought to have him dry within the hour, at this rate.]