The urge to do whatever he could to avoid falling off that bridge was hellish to deal with safely. Blasts of wind threatened to push them off - worthless threats, but strongly-worded enough to try and trick people into throwing themselves in the other direction - and that didn't account for a much more profound sense of desperation about the fact that one slip would leave a lot of time for regret. More than ever was he glad for his ability to maintain a carefully-crafted facade at all times, letting him remain visually calm like the priest he was even as he came close to panic on the inside. At last, though, the immense pit was traversed, and he let out a silent sigh of relief as they finally entered the tunnel.

The surge of heat as he walked in wasn't much better, and nor was the sight of... lava. That- that was lava. Or... wasn't there another kind of lava, the underground version? He'd never really gotten the distinction, it wasn't his purview. Montague might be interested; in Sett's case, he was merely rendered sweaty and slightly concerned.

Except... ugh, good God. Was it really hot enough in there to melt flesh? Or was Ursaren's arm being magically healed somehow after his fit of giddiness? Going by the golden glow, he was going to assume the latter, unless a splatter of lava had made it all the way over there. Either way, the words that followed did click in his mind: was there anything valuable? And if so... could it be sold?

'Dare I say, Ursaren, you may be on to something there?' Sett smiled, already looking around and attempting to figure out how he could convince everybody to let him keep hold of any valuables they looted, maybe convincing them that as they were of unknown origin, they may be cursed somehow, and he could easily uncurse them if they just handed them off... unfortunately, the Scolie had a point, so any looting they did would need to be very, very quickly done.

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