Grognak woke up as if he had been in a nice, deep sleep. He wasn't extremely concerned with what was going on around him, he listened on and off to the dark clad man in the room but Grognak's attention stayed on himself as he tried to wake himself up better by slapping his face a little. After the dark clad man was finished talking Grognak got up from his rated position and picked up his combat rifle and enormous axe. With little regard for anyone else in the room Grognak slung his weapon over his arm and walked to one of the vacant rooms and simply sat down and began sharping his axe by grinding it against the wall. Grognak had dealt with lots of humans and not a lot liked him but he was at least glad that if these humans didn't like him , they kept it to themselves.