Apparently, Galahad was blocking the crane’s track. The lead worker, as defined by the yellow helmet with the blue star, seemed not amused by this fact. He was a bulky man of an undefinable humanoid species with a face that only seemed to consist of a black beard and eyebrows.
Chapter 7
Waylon Grass is the Chief of Logistics on the Herald Petrel. Close to retirement and generally sweary, he doesn’t give a **** about what upper management thinks of him anymore.
Underneath the grim exterior, he is a “dad”. He makes sure everybody on board is safe. The only thing more remarkable than the low rate of work accidents on his team is his haircut – or lack thereof.
As a former miner, you will hear him whistling Kacharpaya del Faenero by Alma Faenera quite a lothttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDsIRrJLGlQ
“For Rassaparian’s sake, shove your striped arse out of our way, we are working!”
Waylon to Galahad in Chapter 7