You know what's at the basin? Fish. Hickey's traps turned up absolutely nothing today, so he's made his way to the basin to set up a few more. After all, it's a bit out of the way for most people. But he's found that he can easily clamber up and down the treacherous incline, especially after the gift the Aurora gave him.

He's wearing a sensible outfit: a pair of deerskin boots, a set of blue jeans, a modern water-resistant jacket. Hickey looks almost modern, if it wasn't for his evil little Victorian beard (so in actuality, he looks very hipster). He's got a few homemade snares of dubious quality slung over one shoulder and a handmade fishing pole over the other.

And there's someone new here. Good. He likes new people, they're easier to work with. He lets out a loud "Oi, new guy!" to get Scratch's attention before walking over with a devil-may-care smile.

"Haven't seen you around much before."