The notion of the fighters having to fight an actual bear caused the man to raise a brow in amazement underneath his helmet. With how the drunkard told them, it was a wonder how the fighting ring managed to keep fighters coming. Then again, he'd heard stories of men and women that would go against worse odds back west. The ranger could only grimace at the thought of going against a three-meter tall bipedal dinosaur with razor-sharp claws with only a dagger in hand. There seemed no better options than to participate in the savage and unfair arena-style combat if they wanted to make any progress in the investigation in locating Sandy. [color=silver]"Welp. Time to take the plunge and decide who does what."[/color] He looks over to Fera and makes a sound by clicking his tongue, hopefully catching her attention, before gesturing her to participate in the planning.