Like a mountain goat you quickly ascend up the slopes. Each step was solid, leaving an imprint in the mud, yet despite that you moved with speed and swiftness so much that you leave everyone except Buddy in awe. And even then you just couldn’t really see his facial features for a lack of them. It took you only about five minutes to ascend to the top of the incline, hammering pitons into the wall with the hammer and securing the ropes to them. At the crest of the incline you could see that it would go slightly down hill, and then you’d spot an interesting sight; a small log cabin, with no windows but a chimney with no smoke. That must be the shelter you were told was up here. It did look quite small indeed.

Thanks to your quick feet and swift strikes, the caravan was slowly able to make its way up. Here Buddy’s strength would work best as he physically pushed the wagon up the hill, with the mules pulling, and eventually he’d pull the cart up as well. With the ropes giving him something to hold onto even when his footing faltered he was able to continue his climb. In about an hour the caravan was able to reach the crest of the hill. Just in time too, as it started to rain with thunder and lightning crackling in the distance.

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Shortfang (28/28) | Syfr (1/1)
Pylia (23/24)
Sylvia (21/21)
Buddy (31/31)
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