"Hm...that is good reasoning. I suppose we will see, life takes odd turns sometimes." He turns back to the work at hand as he continues. "Like being spirited off to another plane in the middle of the day."

At least he had a decent idea now that his roommate was a good man. He sounded broad and possibly imposing in form, but that was rarely a sign of anything beyond the obvious stature. This was something measurable.

He pauses as he makes his next strike, a thought occurring to him. "Ah...the bed sheets. If we could generate a spark, we could wrap a set around the end of my glaive and set them ablaze to try and weaken the ice?"