It was a rather calm day stuck underground in this facility. You didn’t come across any crazy brawls, ritual circles, or humans being jumped, but everyone just seemed to… ignore eachother today. Very strange.

As you wander into the garden, you take a seat in front of the tree. As you look up you see a insectile gootraxian taking a snooze. Curious to get them down, you grab a nearby fire axe and hit the tree, causing a strange fruit to fall on your head, and the gootraxian who was above you suddenly lands in front of you with a pissed off expression.

“Oi ‘ere, mate! Whaddya doin’ to my bloody tree ya oaf?”

Seeing how sharp that stinger was and how tough that body looked, you were admittedly a bit shaken up.