"It's possible. If anyone has answers around here, it'll be that lot. And if they don't have answers, we probably don't have them yet." Hawke only occasionally wandered by the forge to say hello, and most of the time it was fine, but sometimes she walked into conversations that made her head hurt. She was fine with letting the experts handle what they may. "Me, I'm the hunter. I help bring in the meat and I have my winning personality to greet new arrivals." She liked having exact goals in mind. It was great not being in charge. GREAT.

Hawke tilted her head at him. "It was fluffy? You said gear and rods. Did you just put the fur on top?" That would make sense. "If you like cats, you'll have to find someone who has one of those little kittens they found. They're adorable, they've got all these pretty colors, but one touch gets you wasted. Okay maybe a few touches. I have yet to get a hit off one yet." She turned intangible on the mining expedition and had to go home early.