IC: Nimol had gathered enough supplies now. He walked out and headed back to the factory entrance. He saw Agronack sitting down with his eyes closed. 'If he's meditatin' I'd better leave him to it". Nimol looked at the two robots, both of them were carrying supplies.
He waited a few minutes but he still couldn't see Hydra or Typo. He was hoping they would come soon, before it started to get dark. He took a bite of a Scrab leg that he had made earlier. It was a bit cold, but tasty.
He heard a quiet russle noise in the bushes. He pointed his gun towards the bush and waited. After a while, he put the gun back in his pocket. 'Maybe... just the wind'.
OOC: Edit: That bed line was not intentional Oddey! Chronicler, if you can make Hydra do something that would be great. Thank you
