Jassica's auburn hair flowed across her firm yet nicely formed shoulders, the chainmail resting comfortably there as she stared at the great temple together with the rest of the group. When the question came to invade or to stay the night before the temple walls the barbarian woman, pulled her large bastard-sword from it's sheath, "Why wait when we can bring death..", she turned to the group.<br/><br/>"Let's go..", her leather clad feet crushed the ground as she walked upwards to the temple entrance.