Rodderick hoists his backpack up onto one shoulder, the bag clearly too small for a man so muscular. His face is scowling as he stands up from his seat, not happy to deal with all the fake, masklike jovial hellos from people who clearly just want something from him. Money, time, an ear... It didn't matter. Everyone just wanted something from him and he wanted nothing to do with them. As expected, he steps off the boat, and the first thing he's met with is some overbearingly happy man welcoming him. "What a farse..." Rodderick mutters to himself just before he turns on his best fake customer service voice. He replies to the man, "Oh, you know, health, wealth, happiness! What better place to find it than here!" Rodderick lowers his voice slightly, trying to not be easily heard, "you know, make a name for myself one s***hole at a time".
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