Chuckles had a new command: get more trees. Easy. Chuckles began to shuffle once more into the woods to get more trees. Not a minute had passed before he was surrounded by dozens of the things. Chuckles took a mighty swing at the base of a tree, knocking a large chunk out of it. This followed by another. Then another. Then another. Within moments, a mighty crash could be heard as the tree hit the ground. How many should he get? Chuckles lifted the tree. It was a little heavy, but he could carry it with one arm. Reeling back, Chuckles began to swing away at another tree. Just like the first, the tree fell with another crash, and Chuckles lifted it underneath his arm. Two more. He could probably get two more. So he did. Slashing away, two more mighty crashes could be heard, as more trees fell victim to the Shambler. Putting two of the he trees under each arm, he began to drag them back to the camp.

 About halfway there, Chuckles could hear a screeching sound. The sound people make when they see him. Was there another one of him? Chuckles began to go somewhat faster towards the group. Upon arriving, everybody was around the fire, and they looked different, too. One of them didn't have her shiny skin on, and she looked to be asleep. The other one was covered in something. It was probably water. Chuckles knew that people like master liked water. Maybe she went... what was it called? Swimming? But then there was the man with a lot of others around him. He said something, but Chuckles couldn't quite hear him. Dragging the trees over to Alberich, he set them down by him. He gave a short grunt to signify his presence, and sat down next to Alberich.