Ulag casually slung the battle axe back over his shoulder and answered offhandedly, "Doesn't seem like it's been that long. I only washed the day before it snowed."
Kazmir froze.
He looked up at the newly risen sun, felt the April breeze gradually warming, and fell into deep thought.
The last time it had snowed in Fernandez was in mid-February—a month and a half ago.
"You filthy cave pig! You haven't bathed in a month and a half? No wonder you're itchy!" the tiefling shrieked.
"Uh—wait a moment." Grot cautiously cut in from the side, seeming to have caught a blind spot. "Brother Ulag, are you talking about—the snow this past February, or—"
"Mm—not that one." Ulag scratched the top of his head and thought back seriously. "The timing was about the same, but I meant the day before the first snowfall of the winter that just passed."
The air suddenly fell silent.
A certain cleanliness-obsessed tiefling stiffened where he stood.
The first snow of winter? Wasn't that fucking last November?!
"So that means—" Kazmir seemed to have discovered a truth even more horrifying than the Undead Mage. "You—you haven't bathed in nearly half a year?"
"Heh-heh—" Ulag rubbed his beard sheepishly. "We dwarves find romance in forging and battle. Bathing wastes too much time. Besides, those scorching sparks by the forge can bake any filth clean!"
"Shut up! Stay away from me!"
Kazmir shrank straight into the corner. "Don't come near me!"
"Why?" Ulag looked utterly baffled.
"Because just looking at you makes my whole body itch!"
Though disgusting, this little interruption did ease some of the earlier tension.
Afterward, He Xi, Zoya, and Grot also carefully checked how they felt, and all shook their heads to indicate that they had no abnormalities.
"I suspect it may have something