Finally back at the guild. The time during their trip back Roland felt a pressure building from his arm where the Jaggi has bitten him. He seriously doubted that the arm was broken but it would form a nice hematome. He decided to ignore the pain since the tight armour would keep the swelling in chek.

As they finally he was suprised by how the villagers greeted and cheered at them. Why the others handled it professionally, Roland was only able to grin stupidly as he waved his right hand which he pressed firmly against his chest, little by little.
It felt wrong!

Luckily he soon found distraction as he separated the slaughtered prey. While Reema went to the tanning station with the hidew, Roland decided to scrap off the theeth, claws and bones. Normally people would bury it aside some ant but that would take several days, Roland borrowed some salt from the Feyline kitchen and cooked the bones with the salt over the fire. He didn't heat them to boiling temperature since that would make the bone less elastic and more breakable. While the bones and claws slowly lost the kastriert parts of their meat Roland changed. 

He headed towards his room and finally got rid off his armour, as soon as he removed his arm guard a dull pain spread over his arm. A nasty blue and black bruise was revealed and Roland's face changed into worry. He grabbed a bowel and filled it with water. He shoved the rest of the herbs he left over from the hunt into his mouth and spit the roughly chewed substance into the bowel, afterwards he added some bandages and let them soak with the brood of water and herb. As the bandages soaked Roland used his hunting knive and produced produced a small cut on his  swollen arm, blood was flowing quickly out of the wound but also slowed down quickly after, the dull pain shortly rose to a sharp one but then toned down as quickly. Bandaging the arm with first some of the soaked bandages armed then some dry ones he left the room. He was armed simple  with his yellow tunic and his leather pants, the gun lance still on his back and a pouch in his hand.

He nearly stumbled over Elysian as he opened his door.

[color=39b54a]"Woah!"[/color] he nearly yelled out of suprise, this way it came rather muffld. Weirdly he looked after her as he saw her carrying a chest piece way too big for her.

Roland opened his mouth for a witty comment but closed it directly afterwards as he remembered that he would probably provoke a triad of swearing this way. So he just sat down on the table and tried to repair his hunting knive as well ands his gunlance.

He placed down the pouch and took a Wheatstone out of it, he first sharpened his knive since the gunlance would need more than simple sharpening, it would need maintaining. Quickly he was finished with his knive and send went towards his gunlance, quickly he glanced around.

[color=39b54a]"Uhh i might need some help with this!"[/color] He uttered to no one in particular but hoped that someone would offer his help.

[color=39b54a]"Nothing heavy or complicated, just need someone to chek the igniter unit while in pull the trigger."[/color]