[Jon comes up after all the commotion has died down. He's still not doing much better, but at least he has less of a thousand-yard stare and more of a general mope now. The feather he'd found floating just over the port bow is tucked away in his pack, after it kept snowing on his head and he couldn't get it to stop.
He still probably got the better end of that stick.]
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He still probably got the better end of that stick.]
I heard you were causing trouble.