[@Dark Cloud] You lever off the lid off the first crate. It contains torches, rope, some glinting metal underneath the hay used to pack the items... pah! Useless. The next crate aspires to be a lot more interesting. Row upon row of hewn wooden wands, gnarled and identical. If she wanted one to be red or shiny, perhaps she could find a way to decorate them. 

Wik approaches the lip of the chasm. The stairs are dotted with patches of moss, sand and- are those animal droppings? Some tracks trace patterns across the path. You can hear chirruping lilting up from below. 

The misty waterfall cascades down the rocks into a tranquil pool. You can see a sandy beach at the bottom of the stairs.