A devilishly gleeful smile was the only window to the thoughts that ran through Grehams head as he dispersed with the rest of the group.  He made sure to keep his distance from them as he practically skipped to the burning town.  What had he done so right to deserve such beautiful carnage- and more so to help it!  Oh what a joyous day this had turned out to be, just as things were becoming dull; Bedlam!<br/>If he gave himself a moment, Greham would probably weep tears of sheer joy.  A dragon and a naive elf in a group of do gooders!<br/><br/>His elation evaporated with the towns flames as he came running up to a house licked with flame, hearing frightened screams inside.  Seeing no one in sight, he gave the blackened door a not so mighty kick, the door falling off its heat weakened hinges.<br/>A woman holding her baby cried in a corner over the body of a man trapped under a burning beam, slowly roasting alive.  She caught sight of Greham and shrieked for his help.<br/>"Never fear,"  He said mockingly.  "I'm here to...release you."<br/><br/>... (skipping to keep it in rating)...<br/><br/>Greham ran out from the building with a manic, giddy laugh.  The building collapsed behind him, burying and burning the evidence of his atrocity.  He mentally blew a kiss to the dragon.  His body shook with the exciting wondering of how many he could release before this chaos ended.  His hand went to his much, stifling his joygasmic gasp.<br/>With feet as light as a feather, he scurried off in search of more in need of his assistance.