[[Oh gods. I feel like a colossal ass. I had entirely forgotten about this. Please forgive me (though you have no reason to.)]]<br/><br/>Graff had gotten a bed earlier than most had, but standing there he with the people that he was presumably teammates with, he looked right about ready to collapse from exhaustion. He hadn't actually gotten much sleep to start with, having resourceful spend the time available at night to shake and mutter to himself. about the coming days. While it was certainly handy to get it all out of his system so early, it did little to help his energy levels. He stared at the weapons as they were handed to him, balancing them precarious in each hand and gawking like he hadn't a clue what they were. He buckled slightly as a backpack landed in his arms. Tough it did nothing for a posture, he at least seemed to be more aware. Carefully donning the wares in more acceptable fashion, Graff looked to Marrick, the apparent leader, and tried to puzzle through any questions that he might have previous held back. He thought of rivers and and boats and giants designator said boats and/or rivers.<br/>Nope, nothing he felt sensible inquiring about, though there was probably much that he should have.