Rock Hammer said nothing as Darina left him. She asked him where they should go next and he kept silent; even he didn't know. North, perhaps. Wherever that was. Or following the others. He didn't really have a destination, honestly. He just wanted answers. With Darina gone there wasn't much else for him to do. A slight chill gave him some thought.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I need clothes."</span>Rarely does anyone make any jackets for someone Rock Hammer's size. If he's lucky he could find himself and blanket or carpet that could be large enough to be worn as a cloak. Otherwise he lacked proper attire. Even now, he could likely try to find a new loin cloth. He doesn't remember how long it's been since he changed out of this one. Never actually. Kinda gross now that he thought about it.<br/><br/>As the voices continued to speak amongst themselves Rock Hammer jumped off the rooftop and onto the ground before with a loud thud. His first goal: Find a drilling tool. An awl, or something like one. He was going to need it if he intended to make use of that turtle shell. Next, cloth. He still had bear fur, but he needed something to tire it together. Rope would be fine for that purpose, but sheets of cloth would allow him more to work with. Finally he would scrap metal. He had no real need for it in particular, but he could probably shape it into something. He hoped no one mind if he helped himself to whatever was on the streets.<br/><br/>Rock Hammer made sure that, despite his lumbering hulk, he stayed out of sight. He never took anything if he knew he was being watched. During his walk he took errant pipes, ropes tying things together, tarp covering up firewood or trash. Heck, he even took a an entire aluminum trashcan, lid and all. It was just about the right size to serve as a bucket helmet for him. Eventually, after getting lost a few times, Rock Hammer found the building where everyone else was at. Inside everyone seemed to be putting things away. The turtle shell was still there. Rock Hammer sneaked in, badly, to the turtle shell and quietly got to work.<br/><br/>The first thing he did was start breaking the turtle shell down into pieces. While some would think it would be more protective whole, if Rock Hammer was careful he could segment the turtle shell in such a way that he could create overlapping piece to serve as armor. Despite his size Rock Hammer was slow and careful; while he made a few mistakes, once he started to get his groove he was quickly breaking the shell down into more-or-less equally sized shapes. He didn't stop until he had no more shell; the rest of the pieces were in a neat pile off to the side. He looked at his materials and then took out his knife.<br/><br/>He started to cut up the tarp. He wrapped it around his arm, cutting off extra bits and saving them for later. He made two pairs before throwing the tarp over his head. unfortunately it wasn't large enough to serve as a cloak nor shirt. He'd save it for later. He took some rope and a peice of wood with nails in it. He pulled a nail out and used it as an improvised sewing needle, punching holes through the tarp where he would then loop the rope, turning it into a sleeve. He tested it and it fit snugly on his forearm. He did the same for the other piece of tarp.<br/><br/>Lastly, he looked at the pile of turtle shell. This was going to be the long and tedious part. Looking over to his pile of scrap metal, he hoped he had enough screws and nails to work on all of them. Meticulously and without really knowing what he was doing, he started turning the turtle shell into lamellae.