[Barok van Zieks is a man who could be called painfully Victorian. Even in terms of his contemporaries, he's a tad old fashioned—and that's even without any other issues he may have with baring skin. As a result, when he ultimately decides to visit the dragons' hot springs, he's acquired the most ridiculous looking blue-striped number for a bathing suit, and it covers him quite solidly from collar to elbows to shins. It unfortunately does not conceal a few assorted battle scars, the most recent of which appears to be a set of claw marks on his right forearm, though even they are still multiple years old at this point.
Either way, the suit works... well enough, and he's attempting to make his way around a few dozing dragons to find a spot in the water. He may mutter a polite excuse me or two as he shuffles by, as unfortunately he is not small enough to get by without bumping into one or two—perhaps even another person-sized bather.]
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Either way, the suit works... well enough, and he's attempting to make his way around a few dozing dragons to find a spot in the water. He may mutter a polite excuse me or two as he shuffles by, as unfortunately he is not small enough to get by without bumping into one or two—perhaps even another person-sized bather.]