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Zanock (autopilot) nods at Manzanita, chuckling softly. "No worries, I will pull you up."
The huge orc slings Dunathar's pack over his shoulder and rubs his palms together, surveying the climb for a few seconds. Then he starts to ascend. You've seen his falchion cleave the bodies of your enemies cleanly in two, so you have some idea already of how strong Zanock is, but seeing him power his massive form up the slope is still an impressive sight. It's not just his strength, either. He clearly is a very skilled climber, despite his restrictive armor. In a matter of seconds, Zanock is standing next to Dunathar, handing the dwarf his pack.
Dunathar retrieves some rope from his pack and ties up the half-orc, gagging him with his own cloak.
Taking a silk rope from his own pack, Zanock tosses an end down to the others. With no difficulty at all, Zanock pulls the others up one by one, his biceps bulging as he lifts, one hand over the other. In short order, everyone is pulled up. It’s a tight squeeze, but everyone fits, rubbing shoulders together.
Mirena is last, pausing to tie the horses up some distance away, behind a nearby hill. She returns about ten minutes later and is pulled up by Zanock.
The half-orc sentry comes to his senses, bound and gagged, his eyes filled with alarm as he looks up into your faces.
Behind you is a small door.
The mists are dissipating. Sunlight will fill the valley soon.
The huge orc slings Dunathar's pack over his shoulder and rubs his palms together, surveying the climb for a few seconds. Then he starts to ascend. You've seen his falchion cleave the bodies of your enemies cleanly in two, so you have some idea already of how strong Zanock is, but seeing him power his massive form up the slope is still an impressive sight. It's not just his strength, either. He clearly is a very skilled climber, despite his restrictive armor. In a matter of seconds, Zanock is standing next to Dunathar, handing the dwarf his pack.
Dunathar retrieves some rope from his pack and ties up the half-orc, gagging him with his own cloak.
Taking a silk rope from his own pack, Zanock tosses an end down to the others. With no difficulty at all, Zanock pulls the others up one by one, his biceps bulging as he lifts, one hand over the other. In short order, everyone is pulled up. It’s a tight squeeze, but everyone fits, rubbing shoulders together.
Mirena is last, pausing to tie the horses up some distance away, behind a nearby hill. She returns about ten minutes later and is pulled up by Zanock.
The half-orc sentry comes to his senses, bound and gagged, his eyes filled with alarm as he looks up into your faces.
Behind you is a small door.
The mists are dissipating. Sunlight will fill the valley soon.