"It seems that Verhen isn't the only man of the hour. Someone got famous." Erion tapped on a message as he stared at Jorl with malice. "Or maybe I should say, infamous."
The full-body hologram of Jorl appeared, along with his physical description, those of all his known aliases, and the price the Griffon clan had put on his head.
"Look at this. Verhen stole Orpal's spotlight, and now you're competing with the Dead King as the most wanted criminal in the Griffon Kingdom." Erion said with a laugh. "For this reward, I'm tempted to turn you in myself."
Unlike Dragons, Griffons didn't sell or exchange Life Maelstrom. They were afraid that someone might kill them using their own powers, or worse, that a skilled Forgemaster might replicate Tyris' Royal Fortress armor.
The artifact itself produced Life Maelstrom, making its wearer a one-man army capable of taking on a Divine Beast.
