Velikan stood in the doorway of the armory, studying you. His brown eyes broke through the dim lighting as he continued to stare, You were just trying to clean your gun before bed. You place your gun on the table as you got up- He doesn't back away as you approach, instead turning his head more. Slowly, you reach out, He’ll snap out of it if you move to touch him, then growl before stalking off. You were sure of it, that's how it is anytime anyone touched him, but not tonight- he stayed put.