[ Istredd can thank him when his feet touch the ground without bending at the wrong angles. He does one last check, decides it'll not get better than this. It'll either hold or it won't, but they can't stay up here forever. He can see folk down there. More of them.
He wraps the length of vine around his hands, half-protected from the thorns by the fabric.
He nods. ] Has to be you.
[ They need someone up top to brace the vine for this to work. Only one of them can go down this way. He's not about to trust whatever it's rooted to. He's fairly sure Istredd can make it. The man's been alive for a century or so; he can't have spent all of it staring at musty books. ]
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[ Istredd can thank him when his feet touch the ground without bending at the wrong angles. He does one last check, decides it'll not get better than this. It'll either hold or it won't, but they can't stay up here forever. He can see folk down there. More of them.
He wraps the length of vine around his hands, half-protected from the thorns by the fabric.
He nods. ] Has to be you.
[ They need someone up top to brace the vine for this to work. Only one of them can go down this way. He's not about to trust whatever it's rooted to. He's fairly sure Istredd can make it. The man's been alive for a century or so; he can't have spent all of it staring at musty books. ]