If it had not been for the very possibility of making one hell of a mock out of himself in front of the rest, An-Hasst would have decided to [i]crawl[/i] his way accross the bridge instead of walking. There were rather violent gusts of wind around which found plenty area of attack at the almost eight feet tall Skayleigh. Beren's comment about plenty of rocks which one could try and grasp in order to survive the fall did nothing but lure out a rather accusing, darting glance out of An-Hasst, directly at him.

The forge was a very impressive thing beyond any doubt. How long had it taken how many skilled workers to build that thing in the first place ? And how long had it taken to design it so well that it would survive for so long ? And then there was the mere fact that this forge maybe didn't even require coal or any other fuel, but instead could draw energy from the abundance of molten stone in the neighbourhood. Needless to say though that the same fact made for very bad and overheated air. Maybe a dwarf found find this comfortable -- An-Hasst certainly did not.

[color=ffff00]"Folks... I really can't help but simply admire the workmanship that has obviously been dedicated to this place. However I don't think it would be appropriate for us to dishonor this place by leaving behind our mummified bodies that are not allowed to rot in the dry heat. This is next to a perfect trap, so in case there are rogs or other things still following us I suggest we don't stay here for long. At least we should start to invest the time necessary to study this island if there is any other escape route."[/color]

He watched Ursaren as he partially undressed himself in order to apply what looked like healing magic. The Skayleigh was tempted to ask for the same favor, but something about this was... eerie. The immediate pain had subsided and the bleeding had stopped, so he silently hoped he could do without unless the bear-man would find out or remember that the Skayleigh was carrying around an injury as well.