“I think it would be a good idea to assess the climb, at least?” Tully ventures. The hare simply shrugs. Tully and Halpra scout ahead. Meanwhile, a dark smudge appears in one corner of the sky. It’s the promised storm, gathering.

Tully and Halpra return and announce that they have found a place to climb. They lead everyone to a rock wall with a sheer drop over the edge of the mountain. Awkward ledges stick out, tufted with winter grasses. High above, a tower of rock stands, studded with a few stubborn trees brave enough to grow close to the edge. Your stomach quivers as Halpra explains the plan: Tully will climb up, anchor ropes to the trees, individually lower everyone down the cliff, and then finally lower herself.

"What about anchoring the ropes to these rocks right here? Then you won't have to climb all the way up there," you ask.

"With enough tension and motion, rocks can saw right through a rope. Those trees aren't ideal, but they're all we've got to get us down the mountain before the storm arrives," she answers.

Your heart pounds and your head starts to spin as you grapple with the fact that a thin little rope will be the only thing between you and a long deathly drop. But you must decide now.