[b]"We're trying to get this done quickly!"[/b] Ursaren asserted as he continued moving the rubble out of the way. It wasn't long now, and yet the old man felt... unease. He didn't feel right with this, it was like something was telling him that what he was doing wasn't a good idea. It felt like something was telling him to go primal and start fighting. Let Old Ursa go to town on all of these people, maybe just to go and fight the dark elves himself. What could they do when they had terribly made weapons?

The old man moved another rock before he felt that same feeling pound at him again, punching him in the gut with his instincts again. [b]"Nrgh..."[/b] Ursaren took a few steps back, sitting down on a nearby rock, sturdy in the ground. [b]"I... I need to sit for a minute... I'm feeling unwell at the moment."[/b] Ursaren looked actively dazed, unable to look straight or think straight due to his clouded thoughts. It was like Old Ursa wanted to escape. To get out. Unfortunately for the bear, Ursaren wasn't willing to let him run free so easily. He'd been through this before, and this was no different. 

His best guess? Something didn't feel right in this forge, and whatever it was could be found behind that collapsed passage.