Like father like son, being stuck in one spot for too long makes the big man very restless and bored. Taking a little adventure of his own choosing, he straps his pet baby bird to himself and heads off into the lush environment north of the Aurora. If you don't go exploring, you'll never find new and exciting things. And being a person who gathers materials and kills rare monsters, he's fine getting into a scuffle or two for some prized hide or beast extracts.

What he does get into is a battle with a horrorsloth. Like big Russian characters in media fight bears, the massive Roegadyn fistfighter takes on the beast and flips it almost effortlessly onto its back before finishing it off with a crushing kick to its neck. He idly pats at his clothing before finding a suitable knife to start cutting the kill up. Hide, teeth, meat, whatever. They'll find a use for it. Alchemists do all kinds of weird (and beneficial) things with monster gore.

Not a weaver by trade, but only with enough skill to make his clothing last. Dori sits in one of the rec rooms, looking out at the oceans surrounding the base. He's taken off his pink eyepatch and holds it carefully as he stitches up a tear in the band of it, doing some quiet, mindless work while he decompresses from his outing to the mountain area. His pet fledling dodo, Popoto, is slightly damp as he freshly washed his beloved; the bird's little footsteps make soft padding noises as she flits around and starts to play with anything on the floor she can get to.