Bruce noted Alvios' logic and sighed. He wasn't terribly pleased with the facts, but he couldn't change them. Remembering the bag Jenso had given him, Bruce called upon the material he'd stored inside, crafting a stone replica of his sheath, mimicking every detail. He had little in the way of actual items he could leave behind, and thus found this the only acceptable substitute. 

Bruce lay the sheath in front of the door nearest the center, turning back toward his companions.

[color=0072bc]"I can't say I like it, but time isn't in our favor."[/color] Bruce said, giving what he could in agreement with Alvios' proposed plan. Bruce wished there could be a contingency in case communications failed, but none came to mind, so he kept quiet.