Needless to say, Sketti's pistols were primed and ready as soon as that newcomer Elf made himself known among the party. As far as he was concerned, the only good Elf was one that was back on their Ancestor forsaken island. Or dead works well, too. Though they might come in handy, sometimes. Still, he didn't trust one that simply popped out of the woods, and if it weren't for his party seeming all buddy buddy with the Elgi by Grungni would he have pulled that trigger! 

Well, now that the Umgis, Elgis, and whoever the hell else went wandering into the great Jungle beyond, he decided it was time to open one of these coconuts. Setting himself down next to Brokk, he whacked at one of the Coconuts with his metal appendage. With a crack, it broke open like a Grobi skull. He chuckled at the thought of it being just that. Well, Grobi brains seemed particularly milky, but hey, he would not complain. He slurped it down, and gave a belch that was far too large for such a small quantity of coconut juice. 

Once it was time to take a sleep, he decided to stay up. He wasn't about to be caught sleeping by exploring Elgi. Pistols in their holsters and launcher in his arms, he leaned against a tree and watched the camp with a vigil, only taking a small amount of time to get some shut eye for the next day.