Fathom ? What in whoever's name was a fathom ? Always those individual ways of measuring things. However the very high number of seven thousand gave some reason to believe that the quantity they were talking about could be abstracted by saying [i]a lot[/i] -- and that was enough information for the Skayleigh at this point. With considerable internal reluctance the elven behemoth moved away from the safety of the wall behind his back and came a bit closer to that perilous looking crossing.

[color=ffff00]"The most heavily armed and armoured ? Don't say such things, please."[/color] An-Hasst would have added the obligatory quality of grinning and sarcasm to his statement since it was referring to something spoken out by Settionne, but the mere fact that the priest's statement was both reasonable and put him on the top of the list eradicated every bit of amusement inside him. Innocently the Skayleigh inspected himself, his extremely bulging muscles and his -- though wooden - armor. [color=ffff00]"It appears to me that I should go either at the front or at the rear, together with Argon and Geradin I guess ?"[/color]

Saying this, he glanced over towards the two one after another. He was expecting the party to arrange itself in some kind of line. At this point probably noone was eager to put himself closer to that abyss than was absolutely necessary... [color=ffff00]"Those 7000 fathoms won't disappear by themselves, and given that there could be Rogs behind us I think that going ahead is no less sensible than turning around."[/color] Still... the latter option felt damn better! However chances of others accepting it were to be considered very slim at best he thought, so better not to repeat the idea in the first place. Still dragging the oversized halberd behind him, the Skayleigh moved himself into position at the front.

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