Griffith ran through the streets, muttering curses to himself. He had overslept on this day of all days. He had been chosen to accompany a band of fellow adventurers on a mission to end the demon incursions that plagued the lands. For some reason, Griffith had been briefed beforehand, likely so he wouldn't be surprised to suddendly have to work with magic users. His distaste for the magical arts was rather well known. He recognized however, that his personal convictions and beliefs had to make room for the greater good. He had decided this after mulling it over for a good portion of the night, which had unfortunately led him into his current predicament.<br/><br/>"This journey is off to a great start, It's a good thing my future companions only know about this journey since a few moments ago, or It would have been such emberrasment" He thought to himself, as he made his wa through the people on the streets and towards the same trail that the rest of the party had traveled down.It wasn't long until he caught up with them. They seemed like a reasonable lot, even though the younger boy seemed impish in his demeanor. Griffith hoped the kid would realize the gravity of what they were tasked to do soon, the last thing the group could use was a useless millstone weighing them all down.<br/><br/>"Hey, wait up!" he would have shouted to the people walking before him, had he not suddendly felt he fey presence that the others had surely felt too. The giggling seemed odd enough, but then a disembodied voice came seemingly from nowhere. Griffith didn't know what to make of the voice's single statement, it felt like a veiled threat, but it could just as well simply be one of the more disconnected creatures of the forest playing a prank on them. Griffith had heard stories about the utter weirdness that some of those things were capable of, and he didn't much like the prospect of getting caught up in something like that.<br/><br/>In any case, he stepped closer to the others, he would introduce himself later, trusting their ability to identify him as an ally of them. He had not yet drawn his axe, but he had already tensed up and had started the necesarry breathing exercises to throw himself into that well-known signature berserk rage that his school of combat was so well known for.