[They're certainly both eager to get to shelter. Rosinante shrugs and smiles to himself as he strides on ahead alongside Law, though at the bridge he waits to cross. These things are handmade and pretty simple, after all - going one at a time seems safest, especially considering he was one of the people who built this one and he knows not a single one of them is exactly a construction professional.
He points out a few landmarks as they pass them - post office there, general "store" here, and indicates the bonfire, burning brightly in the center of the square. There's no need to dwell on these things here and now, though - they're all well-marked on the map in the tablet and besides, Law will have plenty of time to explore them later. The Invincible is just ahead now, and it's clear that the quaint, almost medieval-looking building has been the site of some fierce conflict. There are logs piled around the outside which Rosinante manages to bang his shin on even though he knows exactly where they are and passes them a dozen times a day; there's a deep trench dug around the perimeter of the building with a very basic plank bridge over it, and the scrapped remainders of other sheets of wood as well as what look like tables and bed frames are piled outside the front door, while many of the windows are boarded up.]
Home sweet home, I guess. This is one of the best-defended areas in town. In an emergency we usually try and concentrate people a couple key places, including here, since it's central.
[Inside on the ground floor is a bar and some tables and seating that look to have undergone a few rounds of repair. The walls here are brightly-painted with images of flowers, people, boats - the work of quite a few people, most of whom are not exactly artists, but hell, they tried. He doesn't pay any of it much attention right now and just heads for the stairs up.]
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He points out a few landmarks as they pass them - post office there, general "store" here, and indicates the bonfire, burning brightly in the center of the square. There's no need to dwell on these things here and now, though - they're all well-marked on the map in the tablet and besides, Law will have plenty of time to explore them later. The Invincible is just ahead now, and it's clear that the quaint, almost medieval-looking building has been the site of some fierce conflict. There are logs piled around the outside which Rosinante manages to bang his shin on even though he knows exactly where they are and passes them a dozen times a day; there's a deep trench dug around the perimeter of the building with a very basic plank bridge over it, and the scrapped remainders of other sheets of wood as well as what look like tables and bed frames are piled outside the front door, while many of the windows are boarded up.]
Home sweet home, I guess. This is one of the best-defended areas in town. In an emergency we usually try and concentrate people a couple key places, including here, since it's central.
[Inside on the ground floor is a bar and some tables and seating that look to have undergone a few rounds of repair. The walls here are brightly-painted with images of flowers, people, boats - the work of quite a few people, most of whom are not exactly artists, but hell, they tried. He doesn't pay any of it much attention right now and just heads for the stairs up.]