...well, as Sett recalled, they did need to head underground to find those Dark Elves anyway. And he was feeling a bit hungry, at that... but blast if he hadn't just covered the Elven juice with a helmet. That was its name, right? Something like that. But oh well, he intended to sell those anyway, if he remembered his opinion on them correctly. Rummaging inside his coinpurse - more accurately, his other bag, for how it was being used - he dug past his second set of robes and pulled out one of his sets of rations, this being various foods such as fruits and nuts, known to be good for raising one's spirits and health, furnace-dried and pressed into a rectangular shape, then coated with honey for preservation, and then furnace-dried again to solidify the liquid. And a small pot of boiled water. He might need two of those to quench his thirst properly, but now was not the time to bring out three separate items.

As he ate, his other party members were making their observations about the situation. Ursaren- the bear-man-creature- was offering a ride to anybody who was interested, and it occurred to Settionne that there weren't many places safer than on the back of a friendly bear. Well, behind one, but since the enemy was behind [i]them,[/i] and bears were probably faster than humans, he'd settle with riding it for now, and never mind whether the excuse was good or not, he had food he wanted to eat. 'As I am the lightest of our number,' he proclaimed, 'and most likely the slowest on foot due to being a priest, I shall graciously accept your offer, o... friendly... bear.' Heading over to the bear in question, he tried to figure out a way to clamber on without getting its fur all over his food and drink, settling for cramming the ration bar between his teeth and clambering atop the enormous beast, then brushing away any fur on his hand and water pot before continuing to feed and water himself.

In the meantime, the mage Alice had wisely observed that the Rogs would not be far behind them, even if it seemed they had escaped handily. And as for the Skyllaeyigh... Sett nearly choked with laughter on his food as he saw the new weapon in the half-Giant's hands. Hah, so it seemed they weren't quite so different after all. Or, well, they were, because Sett was thin and tough, whilst the Scalee was huge and muscular, but they both had predilictions toward battlefield looting. Maybe he'd nab that, and claim he intended to "cleanse it alongside the rest of the equipment, acquired for the purposes of cleansing our sins of the blood we have spilled this day". Or just take it outright and stab him if he tried to get it back. That'd be mildly humorous, if generally detrimental.

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