Graham's left eye twitches a tad, he grumbles something along the lines of "Why am I even...". He finishes the rest of his meal, ripping into the sausages and tearing apart the bacon with his sharp maw, he puts the plate away. "Or, how about this? We could help them. Oh snap, us being actually helpful, we could get a reward, I could get away from here for once, think about it! You could get some loot, get rid of the snarky individual also known as myself, and everyone gets more rations if I'm gone!"
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