[b]"I remember that one magical woman that we found on the road, and whatever happened to that scavenger?"[/b] Ursaren commented as he pulled a small bottle of an unknown liquid out of his bag, uncapping it and gulping it down. He stopped drinking his beverage to speak and take a breath. [b]"I think I asked more for myself so I can make sure I'm not going insane. Also, Banians make the best sarsaparilla."[/b] At least his drink wasn't alcoholic.

He finished his drink and put the bottle away before he commented on the matter of the seven-thousand fathoms. [b]"Seven thousand of anything sounds like a lot."[/b] The bridge did look sturdy, but it was still a bit of a risk for everyone to go across at once. Sturdy or no, everyone here was wearing something that weighed them down, and Ursaren wasn't going to take chances and go across as a werebear. [b]"That bridge may be sturdy, but I still feel like we each need to go across alone. Of course we'd wait on the other side, but as it stands... I don't want to fall seven thousand fathoms."[/b] Ursaren equipped his trident and used it as a walking staff yet again as he waited for the rest of the party's input on the situation. He was ready to go whenever.