During the next three weeks of activity, repairs, and general busywork, Arkhah mostly keeps to himself. He spends most of his time off the ship, skulking around who knows where in Port Wander - when seen back on ship, he or his weapons are often stained with relatively fresh blood...usually human, sometimes his, and occasionally the distinctive green of ork blood. More than once, he reappears on the ship visibly injured or limping, disappearing into the abandoned storeroom that contains his 'nest' for full days at a time before leaving the ship again without word or explanation for his activities.<br/><br/>Towards the end of the second week, the Kroot boards the ship again late at night, this time looking like he'd just come out of a warzone. He was battered and bruised all over, practically covered in blood - his, and a far greater quantity of ork blood than usual. Several crude bandages dotted his lanky body from head to toe, and one arm was tucked close to his torso in a protective sling. The other, though, held a beautifully crafted belt-like object of unmistakable Eldar origin, and Arkhah was in unnaturally good spirits seemingly thanks to his prize. He practically whistled as he limped and shuffled back to his rooms, not emerging for more than a week this time. When he did, though, neither the belt nor the folded cloth bag he had brought back previously were visible, and he bore only a few mostly-healed streaks of scar tissue.