"Well..." say's the Worgen shyly.
"...I was actually hoping to get something out of the back room, perhaps a leftover roll or two?"
You glare at the Worgen angrily, who has begun to shuffle awkwardly back and forth.
"So you came in here to get food...it's nearly morning and you come down to the pantry to grab a bite to eat?"
The Worgen scratches his head awkwardly.
"Well it sounds a good bit dumber when you say it like that".
