[b]"Oh, it's awful craftsmanship, but if it works, it's fine. Odds are, I'm not going to use it anyway."[/b] Ursaren moved to the back of the room, dropping his trident and sword down onto the ground as he cracked his knuckles. The old man began to heave boulders away, placing them aside as he continued to burrow his way through the collapsed tunnel, not bothering to switch into his werebear form. Old Ursa needed a break right now, and besides, there's no telling how easily a bear could fit in this passage with several other people... or expect them to all stay in without overheating.

Ursaren spoke as he slowly made progress towards the clearing of the path. [b]"Guess I should probably explain myself, huh?"[/b] The explanation of his physique was long overdue, and while everyone seemed okay with it, Ursaren was a bit afraid that as soon as he got into the specifics of his powers, he'd be fed to the lava. There didn't seem to be any Dark Elves here, anyhow, considering the forges looked like they were abandoned in a rush, so if there was any immediate danger, it'd likely show itself soon, and if it did.

Well, Old Ursa would be glad to help out.