The looming warrior, his skull hidden by a bright conical helm stands tall over the new comer. Dressed in dark combat leathers, with a stout breastplate on, bearing a faded griffon. Upon his back, stuffed between an expansive back and bulging backpack is a composite longbow and a beautifully crafted, white ash stock triple headed trident.
Gruff and imposing, the human fairly growls, 'I be Wulfcyne Dabo, at yer service, fair maid. Yer help be much appreciated, if ye can lead us on to ourin goal.'
Looking around the library, the massive warrior frowns in confusion, but as the group starts to head for the vault door, he becomes more comfortable, taking a rear guard position and watching his comrades closely, paying special attention to the tiefling Makharat.
'Lead on, Nuria. Tis good ta have one mage wit' us, may our search be quicker wit' yer aid.'