Last Resort Analysis

Zone: Ohn'ahran Plains

<Watu mumbles to himself, eyes closed and arms crossed.> Of course I get gored by a stag, of all creatures. Now I'm just another one who needs help. My brother will get all the credit, and no one back home will be surprised. <Watu looks up.> What? What's that you've got there? Glowing rocks? I'll look at one, but take the rest to somebody else. I'm a hunter, not an archaeologist. <Watu snorts, glaring at his leg.> Maybe this is a sign for me to switch jobs. Go on, you've proven more useful than I.