All The Good Girls Go To Hell

The stranger seemed to hesitate, as if he was giving her a chance to reconsider, but she stood firm with her choice and soon they were off. Smoke clouded around them, obscuring her vision, and the scent in the air was absolutely putrid, though she was wise to hide her expressions on the matter she thought. The stranger hardly seemed bothered, so why should she? She didn't want to seem weak after all.

She took a step too many it seemed as the stranger pulled her back, the smoke clearing just enough to see the bridge and the bubbling lava below. She nodded in thanks to him before evaluating the bridge he motioned to. She was a big girl, so she doubted that making a mad dash across the bridge would be that great of an idea. Balancing wouldn't work either she figured, giving the boards plenty of time to crack beneath her weight. Making him go first didn't even cross her mind, leaving her to study the bridge and pick out the safest planks, those that appeared as if they could hold her weight.

Widow has picked wisdom.

"Speech!"