[color=0054a6]"So i'm definately no... Uh... What did you call them again? Ulakan?[/color] Questioned the little oddball.

"Ulakah. It's a fallen god. No more than an idol. Or so I thought until it sent me here..." Morrian was skeptical of both magic and godly things. Magic was fickle. It often had drawbacks and didn't always work the way you meant it to. In his land witches and sorcerers often needed to make certain sacrifices for a spell of significance to work.

[color=0054a6]"Hey, are you all cold?"[/color] Morrian didn't bother to respond to this one, his very annoyed expression, if it were recognizable on his grizzled maw, was a clear response. It was pretty obvious that he was under dressed for the weather. Thankfully he was somewhat attuned to colder weather due to living in the harsher climates of the northern savage lands as a slave. Though his cell was in a warmer area of the stronghold it was nonetheless blistering cold outside. Being a slave, his value to the barbaric overseer was as a gladiator, an unwilling killer. As such he was not afforded comforts. Only tools to kill and entertain.

Morrian did not even consider Mayonaka's offer. Magic was out of the question! "No! Keep your magics to yourself." He responded abruptly. The cat's distraction held him from crossing the bridge when he intended to. All of the arrivals created an annoying situation. Who was he to be a helper? He paused a moment in deep thought, the cat drifting away from importance. The group gathering beyond starting to draw his attention. Particularly the man who had appeared and fallen down. Mayo was not peering in the right direction and couldn't see it happen but the crocodile could.

Trudging over was no problem, though he grew colder by the moment and time was of the essence. Morrian glared at the others imposingly as he passed his way to the unconscious figure in the back. An out of place tiger was about to fall into the abyss, yammering something he couldn't understand over the wind. He looked to the others and commanded. "Help it, it speaks." There's no way he would prove helpful there. If a cat couldn't rightly walk in that direction without issues neither could he.

The human on the ground was in shock from the travel. However bad of shape he was in would need to be determined later. Right now he needed to be saved from a chill sleep. No warrior should die from the cold. He bent over and slung the man over his shoulder. Holding him firm he galoshed through the snow. Their path to safety seemed treacherous but necessary. Morrian paused next to Mayonaka. "If you insist on using magic, listen. Should this bridge fail save this man." He afterward gestured a free thumb to his chest. "I'll save myself."

Morrian took the first few steps onto the stuttering bridge. It swayed back and forth like laundry on a clothesline during a windy day. It would be very awkward if the man woke up right now.