The Ranger, The Griffin, The Foal

"Then you'd make a better guardian than most in the wastes," Razoreye calmly states. He doesn't miss a beat or recoil from this part of the conversation. The griffon continues on after a second.

"Seems it is too common to shrink away to survive instead of live these days. Too many become husks of a being or lose all thought of what separates themselves from base insects."

He looks Lamianos straight in his eyes before finishing the thought. "Speaking of which, it would be a nice change of pace if you would appreciate help bringing the slavers in line."