[b] [u] Aur Iliax [/u] [/b]

His hand was trembling, hovering over his rifle as he resisted the urge to just start screaming and waving it around... He sighed, scooping it up as he strapped it to his back. [b]"The trucks are fixed. I'm gonna go and... go. I'll be back whenever."[/b] He said, not even turning around as he wandered off. Humans were so curious... it made his head hurt. 

He wandered around by himself for a bit, rifle at the ready in the event something happened, but the plains were apparently quite peaceful this time of year, so Gor said. Mostly he was just fiddling with his multitool... Soon, he caught sight of the tree-man, just playing with a rock. With a roll of his eyes, he approached. [b]"Hey, uhh... Tree-Man! What are you doing out here? you're supposed to be watching the camp! Gods know I can't focus with that human and all her damned questions..."[/b] He called, Holstering his rifle. While intimidating enough, Tree-Man wasn't a threat. To him at least, bandits, however...