Rost instinctively reached out for the hat before noticing his hands were not only wet from his chilled mug, but also dirty from the day's work he had accomplished. Stopping himself before he went too far, he wiped his hands off on his pants just in case and remarked, "I've seen similar, but nothin' that's this nice. Not in the desert unless somebody lost it, at least"
It really was a nice hat. Perhaps a little too small his head, but it would have fit a smaller person well. "Must be some merchant havin' a fit about losing it..."
It really was a nice hat. Perhaps a little too small his head, but it would have fit a smaller person well. "Must be some merchant havin' a fit about losing it..."
