Knuckles Shi walked along the docks of Hargeon, his light boots thudding softly against the wood as he looked around. His keen eyes picked up a commotion near the canal person had just taken a spill backward into the water, and another figure near them fumbled with a zipper.
He approached warily, squinting, as the soaked figure struggled to drag himself out of the water, shouting something unintelligible through the splashing. The second figure seemed completely oblivious to the chaos behind him, fiddling with his jacket.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Knuckles called out, his deep voice cutting through the noise of the dock.
As he got closer, he made out the two: Avery, still dripping wet and spluttering; Thunder Clappy, flustered by whatever was binding her jacket.
"Wait a minute, you two are Sleeping Calamity, aren't you?" Knuckles raised an eyebrow, piecing it together. Certainly, his guildmates were having one of those moments.
Stopping a few feet away, he crossed his arms over his chest and regarded dripping Avery and Thunder Clappy, who at last was free of her odious battle with the zipper.
"Need a hand, or just testing out the local canals for a swim?" His voice was light, though a thread of curiosity underlined his tone. "What're you two doing out here, anyway? This isn't exactly the spot I'd expect to find either of you."