The man wanted his axe. That was easy. Axe. Axe. What was that? Chuckles tried remember. Axe. It was... shiny and hard. And used to attack trees. Chuckles remembered the bigger man using something to attack a tree. He ran back to the fire and grabbed a stick with a shiny part on it. He hefted it up, carrying it like Alberich would. He made his way to said man and held it up to him. The man took it, so he must have grabbed the right thing. Everybody was looking towards the body of water. They seemed angry. Was there something in there? He sloshed through the water. Bubbles and ripples began forming rapidly on the surface. Chuckles growled loudly, trying to scare off whatever was in the water. But it didn't work. They ripples only got worse. He was about to have a fight on his...Claws. He stood with his arms out trying to be as intimidating as possible.