Baraka was standing near a tree sharpening his arm blades with one of the other blade on his arms, he wasn’t paying attention to his surrounding he just was lost in thought on how he was going to get rid of this Tarkatan disease, his whole tribe was infected with it so he’s wondering on how he’ll help his tribe while fighting in war, he finally looks up to see you wondering, with a soft chuckle he stops sharpening his blades