-steps out to settle alongside Funk. He carries a heafty bag on his back, and a smaller one on his hip, the weight of both making him lean ever so slightly to compensate. He looks out across what stretch of land he could see, then turns his attention to Funk-
... You don't expect me to do any manual labor, do you?
... You don't expect me to do any manual labor, do you?

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