They eventually heard a river ahead and came upon a small, ancient, decrepit looking wooden bridge. ’Oh yeah,’Handy said, stopping just before the structure, judging it and looking down at himself. He looked down at the river below. It cut deep into the earth and was flowing relatively fast. He looked up as water fell upon the face of his helm. The wind was picking up strength, and the rain was falling harder and faster. ’This looks legit.’ 