Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]

Myra caws loudly as she does her best to keep her focus trained on the divination. Myra keeps a firm grasp of her Seerstone in whatever way she has been holding it up until now, and hops in a rather pathetic fashion to the further end of the ship that is not currently occupied by monsters. "Hey," Myra calls out to her comrades, the tension of the moment being apparent even through her telepathic voice, "should I join this battle, or are you all gonna be alright while I keep this scrying up?"