Giving into the inevitable, Tortetarte walks to his donkey, removes the 50ft of rope from his pack, and heads to the edge of the bridge. 

Peering off the edge of the shattered Bridge, Tortetarte looks for a few key spots. A place to tie rope to on his side of the bridge, a place to safely enter the water, and a place to tie rope to the far side. 

Edit: and I guess a place to get out of the water would be nice)

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