Uxzan was not expecting there to be a conflict caused by one of the members of their group, but he would make sure to keep an eye on them and his disgust with chaos would drive to make sure that order was maintained by this party. [i]By Inrik, it looks like I shall have to keep comrades from causing possible destruction to one another,[/i] he thought to himself. For as long as Uxzan could remember he had been taught by his father the needs of laws and order to be a great society. An unlawful warrior was a truly weak one, and Uxzan would try to keep his tribe's traditions as much he could. 

The robed figure explained to them what awaited them and gave them some instructions on how cross into the realm of the damned. With his spirit sight Uxzan eyes were starting to pick up the faint trace of spiritual energy especially emanating from their temporary host. He had his coin ready when it was time to toss in the frozen as offering to pass into the realm of spirits and his warrior and hunter instincts felt on edge in this place, but he would not let fear rule him. Finn kept close by him as the large white wolf spirit looked around for any possible danger. Uxzan was always glad to have his spirit companion with him on adventures, it gave him some reassurance of having somebody he could trust.

He was thinking of possible ways to get the boat from its resting place beneath the river, but it looked liked Talændrel and  The Golden Cavalier had found a solution that worked. Talændrel then told them that it was their turn to contribute to the journey and Uxzan understood his words. He quickly got on the boat and took a paddle to row with. His people had used boats to fish and travel rivers and looks for thousands of years. This would not be difficult for him and because of the vessels size he would have to have Finn disappear until they were off of the vehicle and then he would summon the totem back.