Hadden and Silica,
After a ride across the ice on Wonk'ys sled, you split off from Rossi and head towards Roxy's to deliver the goods from Benton.
Hadden, your neck hurts something fierce, like lemon in a huge paper cut, makes it tough to talk, to swallow, just plain sucks.
Silica, you pointed out a few rough spots in the ice for Rosie, and she had to have seen that you're the expert up top out in the snow. Now you're heading into Roxy's. How do these girls treat you, or how have they treated you? I imagine it isn't so great, right? Do you know why?
It's snowing that wet, bitter snow that sticks to your face and slides down inside clothes. It's thick enough to make it rough to see too far by the afternoon when you come up to Roxy's. The wind is whistling, and most folks are bundled up. Most folks, other than you, Silica.
I assume you pull the sled up to park somewhere close, then head for the underground slope that leads into Roxy's. Trespass is outside, watching a few merchants coming in with some of the Sparekeys walking slowly behind. She gives you both a nod, then sends the Sparekeys over to take your crates and bring them in. "Haddy. Silica." She greets you both, "C'mon inside, we can settle up." She doesn't seem to have noticed your wound, Hadden.