Roland a utilisé des bandes de la peau de Jaggi comme matériau de fixation pour former deux emballages décents composés de 5 peaux. Ils étaient énormes mais leur poids était plutôt normal et donc il les a mis à gauche et à droite sur son sac à dos, lui faisant ressembler à une version plus petite d'un aptonoth d'emballage. Il a laissé les plus petits dépouillés seuls après avoir aussi mis quelques griffes d'amande dans son sac à dos, il a nié la chair pour des raisons évidentes et l'a laissé pour d'autres à la moisson.
"Bien sûr que nous célébrons! Une petite, mais étonnamment réussie chasse et en plus notre première ensemble! Si ce n'est pas une raison suffisante, alors qu'est-ce que c'est?"
Il s'est tourné vers Elysian "Mon nom est Roland! Autant me donner un surnom, mais ne m'attends pas à l'écouter."
Enfin, il a répondu à la question de Reema s'ils voulaient encore faire quelque chose. Roland ne partageait pas son fusil et sa poignée de chasse pouvait attendre, mais le butin attirerait certainement d'autres bêtes sauvages. Ce n'était pas une véritable idée de rester.
"Mhhh voyons ce que nous pouvons récolter sur le chemin du retour, nous pouvons trouver des herbes, des champignons et peut-être même des veines de minerai, mais je n'irais pas scruter. Bien sûr, nous pourrions laisser les peaux, les griffes et les dents, mais les os, la tête et la chair seront sans doute ciblés par d'autres prédateurs. Si nous avons un avant-poste par ici, je pense que nous pourrions y placer le matériel pour que le village le collecte plus tard, mais une si petite proie comme un Jaggi ne serait pas la peine à moins que nous trébuchons sur elle pendant que nous chassons quelque chose de plus grand. Cela pour moi-même pourrait aussi trouver ma paix si vous insinuiez encore à scruter un peu plus mais ne vous attendez pas à une pleine agilité de ma part! »
Name: Roland Gaija Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance:      Roland is around 1,80m tall, has board shoulders and a muscular build. His taint is brownish from the daily work in the open fields and his hands scarred from them. Another long scar goes from his right ear down to his chin, it is rather fresh and not fully healed yet. His biggest trait are his green eyes, they are like emeralds, shiny yet cold! Personality: Roland seems always cheerful and often a tad too hot blooded when going out on the hunt but those who spent some time with him tend to feel a cold lingering darkness inside him. It is just that something seems off, that his cherish behaviour is a contrast with his cold eyes or his sudden break of eye contact when things finally seem to ease up. This isn't the act of a shy man and this is what makes it uncomfortable! Armour: Roland is wearing a medium armour right now but aims for a different one, he wears his defensive one sided to not restrict his movement with his weapons of choice, the gunlance! While sacrificing his defense with his weapons hand, the other side is built rather sturdy, meant to even take direct hits from wyvern but that is only his plan of future use! Right now he is wearing a Jaggi Blade master armour while his gauntlets are gunner ones, to offer the one sided protection he needs. Weapon: Roland's weapon of choice is the gunlance, right now he is using the  Attack:230 Special: Sleep 100 Shelling Type:Long Lv1 Affinity:5% Sharpness:Green / Green   Backstory: Roland was the son of two farmers down in the grasland, they breeded Aptonoth as a living and well even thou that isn't lucrative you can make a living outta it! Meat and Hide were always useful and Aptonoth were also useful cattle. Back in the days when Roland's was barely 13 his father already took him out hunting, nothing more than a buffalo or a wild Aptonoth, sometimes catching ones and adding them to their own. When facing Jaggi or Velocipreys, his father used dung bombs or flash bangs to distract them and usually they ran. His father wasn't a professional hunter after all,, he did it not for the zeni but for their survival! But one day changed everything! Through fire and flames their farm was burned down and Roland and his mother barely made it out of their farm. They heard roaring, not that of a wyvern but something worse. The roaring of laughter! It wasn't a dragon who attacked them! It were bandits! Humans! Driven from their home due to whatever what! They probably didn't even remember what is was because all they saw was meat and an easy opportunity to gain it. Roland's father stood back and fought but we easily overwhelmed and Roland's mother got an arrow through her shoulder. They spent days in the wilderness, Velocipreys on their tracks since they smelled the blood. It was then that a hunter and some Feline found them. The hunter was a good man sadly he was mute and he had this weird feline speaking for him and so a strange relationship began! Roland's mother couldn't work anymore, the hunter used as a supervisor for his felines, espacially the ones in his kitchen. While Roland, after three years of finally succumbing his trauma, got trained by the hunter. Even then Roland and his mother barely spoke to others, it was only after 5 years that the friendly mute hunter got also badly wounded and had to retire. He and his mother married while Roland's brought in the money, he had barely money for equipment but is was okey. Both of them died happily in each others arms just recently and so Roland decided to follow in his step-fathers footsteps and to finally make peace with himself and his past but still....the day where he had to flee from the farm carved itself deep into his memory! Other: Able to understand a bit of sign language, feline speech and letters. Hate towards bandits Treats monsters with more respect than humans. Do not ever I'll talk about his family!