[ A grunt comes in answer on the other side. This place, he has learned, is pointless. There isn't a way out that he knows of, and it spins and morphs at will. But Thancred is here and he imagines the man isn't one to sit and wait. Doesn't feel right to let him go alone.
He stands back to size up the wall. Smooth. No real footholds. At least not yet. He presses his hand to it, concentrates. What forms is little more than a sheer wall of rock, but the faint grooves in its surface will do. It also seems to have stretched even higher than before. Which. That's fine. He'll make it.
His fingers dig into one of the cracks. Then he begins to climb. It takes some minutes, inching his way to the top. Eventually, a head of white hair appears. Geralt hauls himself onto the narrow ledge. It's the first time he's stood atop the labyrinth itself. The view is disconcerting, not especially helpful. But he thinks he can see a glow of firelight to the west, after a few turns. Either a trap or a place of refuge. Likely the former.
He scales down on the other side, dropping the last several feet in front of Thancred. ]
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He stands back to size up the wall. Smooth. No real footholds. At least not yet. He presses his hand to it, concentrates. What forms is little more than a sheer wall of rock, but the faint grooves in its surface will do. It also seems to have stretched even higher than before. Which. That's fine. He'll make it.
His fingers dig into one of the cracks. Then he begins to climb. It takes some minutes, inching his way to the top. Eventually, a head of white hair appears. Geralt hauls himself onto the narrow ledge. It's the first time he's stood atop the labyrinth itself. The view is disconcerting, not especially helpful. But he thinks he can see a glow of firelight to the west, after a few turns. Either a trap or a place of refuge. Likely the former.
He scales down on the other side, dropping the last several feet in front of Thancred. ]
How long have you been trapped?