[b]Aramir[/b]

The little blue snow Elf glanced about, a bit uncertain about how to go about rescuing all the carts herself. They had just crawled up a plateau and were now, somehow, supposed to get the carts down and past an angry Roc with minimal damage to them. [i]Why. Why was I sent here..[/i] Aramir thought, running a hand through her hair. She was a hunter not a cart driver. Looking about she saw very little options. There were some horses, but they were kept with other monsters and predators. She didn't think the four of them were enough to not only wrangle the horses and tie them to the carts but to fight off anything else they would release. It was looking more and more like they were going to have to push the carts down the plateau and hope they don't fall apart on the way down. Which wasn't really a plan at all. 

"Frankly? I don't know. We were sent up here to get the carts down, but the only way I can see to remove them is to push them down the Plateau and pray they don't break apart when they finally land. The Roc is probably going to be coming back soon. So, unless any of you have any ideas, pushing them down is the only way I see us getting off this rock and back to the College before we all become bird lunch." She glanced back at her two other companions. "Besides. We'd best get back to the others in a hurry. It does not sound like their mission against the Roc is going well at all."