Underground? That was the best way to get out? Eh, it made sense. Old Ursa wasn't really keen on going down there and spending forever, but he knew that it was pretty much the only way to get out safely and in one piece. That Troll would recover soon, too, so the group had more to worry about than just Gundarogs. Little pests. They were besides the point now, though. What was the most important thing right now is getting the hell out of here and then recovering. Regardless, the old werebear sighed as he fell down onto his front paws, stained with blood but it being masked by the bloody pools of dead townsfolk beneath them. As barbaric as it was, it helped tremendously in keeping his tracks hidden, as pools ran into the darkness of the tunnel, which was convenient for him. What would come next, however, may be shocking to the party.
"... Ride?"
Old Ursa was serious. He genuinely enjoyed carrying people to safety and he had done it on several occasions before, although all of those times nobody knew it was actually him, rather just a large and friendly bear. In a sense he was like that one picture-book hero... what was his name... Edgardo? Was it Edgardo? Bah, Old Ursa would remember it in time. In any case, that was a fun story that he'd have to tell once this was all over. Edgardo and his Squiddy Friend. That was a great stor - oh wait, was something big going on? Oh yes, they were escaping! Old Ursa almost forgot.
In any case, the werebear looked to the party as he waited for anyone to take him up on the offer of riding on the back of a bear man.
