There's No Mercy

Áskell carefully maneuvered from plank to plank, skipping the ones that seemed less stable if there was one just beyond it that seemed more so. It took some doing, but he was patient, trying to resist any urge to hurry as he felt himself roasting above the lava. The heat was intense and made his paws sweaty but soon enough he was across. He followed the kind into a cave lit by lava pools and streams. There seemed a few ways to cross but Áskell was having trouble making up his mind.

He focused on the stepping stones at first all the while realizing it would keep him closer to the sweltering heat. Yet the stones seemed more stable than the bridge. He looked to the guide. "Sir, I will do my best to assist you. Perhaps you could also assist me? Could you enlighten me as to which path is the most assured?"