Gwen takes a position near the head of the intrepid group, still giving the metal man a fair berth. It seems none of the others have ever climbed this mountain, even in the calm times... though that was many years and much has changed, some experience is better than none. Still, she pauses at the ravine, glancing at the wooden bridge. She would likely be able to take it fine, as well as the boy. But the older man, the blue-skinned man and the metal man are all a fair bit heavier. "We all have rope?" The question seems like more of a statement as she prods the bridge with her staff. Who would try to climb a mountain without rope?