Griff wasn’t used to Sammy’s upfront behaviour, this was ridiculous, no escape plan, no reconosense, no lies or anything, they weren’t even taking them seriously, Griff followed along scoping the place out, there were people feasting, laughing and drinking all around, but also working, like a blacksmith paradise, the structure of the place seemed like it was built with care and delicacy for one’s work, and also, to put it as how Griff felt it “wild”. In the middle of this spectacle of chaos and creation, he saw it, the most perfect rifle if he ever saw one, Griff had an eye for these things, the craftsmanship, the details, he just had to go see it. Griff spaced out and lifted the rifle, the weight was perfect, the cartridge easy to handle, he might have to mod it a bit for personal preference but this was as good as it got in “normal” rifle specifications he began to inspect it almost expertly, Griff was almost shining in excitement, and this was just a rifle, what other kinds of beauties would lie hidden in this place. Griff then snapped out of it and finally looked back to the group and said “I’m taking this rifle”