Brokk kept quiet as Thir-whatsthename appeared but instinctively primed his Thrund. He wasn't going to be stabbed by any flimsy elgi blade, oh no! He sat down as the made camp, and grinned as the party's elf followed the new one. "The jackal knows it's kin is nasty!" he said with a chuckle. He was however, a little discontent to see the party fracture even more with the grubby manling following the elf, while one of the Knights pushed along Allison who was followed by the loverboy. He groaned a little, but at least there was the realization that he was just a little more clever than the others of the group. He had kept his coconut, so he could put Allison's cooking in it to use as a bowl. He just hoped that the soup itself wasn't magical in nature or the Dwarfish resistance to it could make the stuff unfelt by him after being eaten. Still, he ate for even a placebo effect of having something go down his stomach would be good. He didn't wander off to follow the elf or confront the odd Bretonnian being a nuisance to the young girl. After all, someone had to keep watch of the camp. He was a bit satisfied that the Slayer hadn't left just yet, although he might go to either scene moments from now. Having a bit of the Karaz Ankor with the Ranger made him feel oh so much better and at home. In a way, the self-induced berserker insanity of a Drengi was proof that there still was some overall sanity around - even if in an odd way. As he finished his soup he once more got to maintaining his rifle. The longbeard's gun was one of his greatest prides and he would be damned if he would let the jungle get to it. He got even the smallest of dust specks out with the help of a small magnifying glass in his cleaning kit. Sadly the thing still smelled just a little like scorched eyeball but oh well. Eventually, he was satisfied and once more reassembled it and sealed it with wax to not let much water or dirt in. He quickly checked the guild made optics and once certain that they were still functioning put his weapon down on his lap, battle ready. Now he would get to do the slightly less practical, but nonetheless important. He groomed his beard cutting off hairs that were too long with a throwing az whilst braiding the ones that got loose. When finally done all his little routines he thanked Valaya for his endurance, Grimnir for strength and Grungni for his wisdom. Finally, he lay back to get some shut-eye, even if he only slept for a total of a few minutes because the slightest of sounds woke him up.