Conflict of Morals

Arthur looked at their group with amusement. First was the quiet Ellen, who was wary like a mouse as she nibbled on her food. Then came Oliver, who was as chatty as a jammed radio that wouldn't turn off. Then there was Rae, the threatening first ranker who all she cared about, for the most part, was food and fighting. 

This was the mayhem of a team with no qualities that would make them cooperate. However, they were still gathered here because of one reason. 

"Food!" 

Rae demanded as she stretched her hands without looking. Arthur sighed and handed her another piece of meat. 

"Rae, I wanted to ask. Why haven't you passed the test yet?" Arthur probed as he was sure that someone as strong as Rae had the capabilities to do so. 

"Well, I would have loved to be the first ranker again. Num. Num." Rae said as she chewed her meat. "But someone beat me to it, so it doesn't make a difference anymore. I'll just eat and have fun."