Aella looked at the bartender yelling at the young men, "You bastards with no manners. Fuck off to your houses." He ran after them with a broom.
"I'm heading out," Aella said, walking toward the door.
CLACK! Jack closed the door, looking at her, "It's almost nightfall. Do you want to go alone to the forest?" He stared at her face, "Arad can survive, you know that."
"No, he can't, and I'm not taking chances." Aella glared at him, "Move away."
"No chance. Arad will skin me alive if I let you get yourself killed. Have some faith in your leader." Jack stated with a passive face.
"We elves have a better night vision than griffons. Our chance is to kill it at night." Aella replied, pushing Jack to the side.
"Aella, stop. Do you think a griffon will live alone? Your arrow couldn't even pierce its wings." Lydia grabbed her hand, "Jack is right. Let's prepare first. Make a plan and hire more people."
