Everything had been handled quickly enough. Rook had taken his leave and basically vanished to tend to his wounds. There was no point in him going to clinic. He healed faster and better than most humans did. It was rare for him to need to seek medical attention. He popped his neck as he walked into the shack that he lived in. It didn't take long for him to strip out of his armor, and get it set up on the rack. He was going to have to do some minor repairs on them. When the Death Claws had attacked, he had been removed enough to have no idea what was going on.

With his pike in hand, and his original wounds rewrapped, Rook started back into the town. He didn't get very far however. Celeste was knocking at his door. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Adam? Rook has not seen anyone since he got into the shack. Is Adam missing now? Does Rook need to help you look for him?"

He was concerned in his own way. There was a number of places he could be at. "Has he come back from searching the area for new scrap? Rook remembers hearing him say something about the need for new scrap to build things and repair his boat. Is he on his boat maybe?"