[color=f26522]"The bridge?"[/color] Alph was quipping again, [color=f26522]"Looking for a troll to kiss?"[/color]

As the others started to disperse, Alphonse turned towards home as well, only to stop and stand very still very suddenly.  

[i]"RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON!"[/i]

The feeling was strong, but the words were faint.  He couldn't make heads or tails of exactly what that was, and brushed it off as an artist's fancy as he continued on his way.  Perhaps it was the beginning of a song he didn't realize he was writing yet.  

A sword would do him no good in the woods, so he left it in his room at his grandfather's, and replaced it with a knife.  He didn't own a bow, so he grabbed a skin full of Old Alph's Ale to bring with them.  If he couldn't help with the hunting, he would have to make them glad of his presence in another way.  With those, he went to the bridge in question, strode halfway across it and leaned on the railing as he waited for the others.