[The usual bustle of people unloading cargo and herding newcomers around town has begun. Normally it's exciting but it feels a little somber this month, given how many of them, like himself, are pretty seriously injured. Rosinante's bandages mostly sit beneath his clothing but the one deep cut on his brow isn't entirely hidden by his bangs, and his limp is pretty easy to spot. Still, he's doing his best to help carry things and direct people and will continue to do so. Being hurt is no excuse to sit around and not even try. Even injured, his size makes it easier to carry more than most around here.
He makes his way out along the pier, up onto the ferry to grab a box, then spots someone looking a little lost. And what was that about stars? It's cloudy this time of year almost every day, but he looks up anyway - and yeah, bummer. No updating his charts until the weather clears.]
Not today, I guess. Might snow any minute, with clouds that thick. Do you need a hand down?
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He makes his way out along the pier, up onto the ferry to grab a box, then spots someone looking a little lost. And what was that about stars? It's cloudy this time of year almost every day, but he looks up anyway - and yeah, bummer. No updating his charts until the weather clears.]
Not today, I guess. Might snow any minute, with clouds that thick. Do you need a hand down?