The Restoration of Erihal [GAME START]

Jow started tearing off some pieces of paper, writing R and L on the bottom of each strip. Seemed like 2 Ls and 4 Rs so far. He looked around, picking out Malik. "Hey, future seer, come over here, you're going to be our lucky charm if we don't resolve this." He said, shaking the blank tops of the strips in his hand.

"Sooner we get going, the better. Iron, hot, after all. Anyone wanna change or shall we wing it?"