Aster looks around. "Has anyone seen bone-kid? Or did he get lost?"
"Damn it, I got lost." He looks about, trying to see a landmark, but the market obscures his view. As he's searching, he's hit in the back of the head with a solid plank of wood. "--Fuck??" He spins around to investigate, head throbbing, and sees a redhead trying to pick up her -- now scattered -- bundle of wood. He reaches down to help. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"