0wlian

Yari watched as most of the group pulled out the exact book Fiscus wanted, her happy composure shifting to one of annoyance as the others chose to opt out. With a humph, she crosses her arms and lifts her head up before tilting her head down to Fiscus. "Unlike these folk, too cool to fight and would rather read, I choose to fight." Yari says a bit too loud, though her intentions where to annoy the rest of the griffolk. With even less griffolk to help in the fight, she would have to put all her energy into it. She takes her sword out from her sheath, her eyes shine as she looks her sword up and down, enjoying the beauty of the well worked iron and the green glowing crystals at the base of the handle. Though beautiful to look at, it was a deadly weapon, infused with magic, allowing her to take down a variety of enemies with no problem. Though, in this world, magically infused weapons don't seem to mean much and enemies lack any kind of magical shields, or special body amour. Maybe