"It can't work that way," Talshia explains patiently. "The spell will only work for three hundred feet of distance. Lets say this cliff face is four hundred feet down. If I cast it on you here at the top, you'll fall gently down three hundred feet...and then plummet to your death for the last one hundred."
"For this to work, I would have to -cast the spell on you- a hundred feet down. Using rope would be hard, because I doubt a rope could support enough of you at once to make it worthwhile. Not to mention, Sandor's wolf can't climb a rope."
She plants her fists on her hips and looks around.
"We have no leader to decide? Very well. We know the risks and possibilities of doing it this way. What are the risks and possibilities of climbing back down, and following our guide's original instructions to the Forbidden City?"