Mneta had walked for miles when she came to a possible way up.  Shifting geologic strata had left an angled ledge about 3 feet wide, up the side of the cliff face.  It showed a bit of wear that suggested enough people and creatures had used it, to erode it just a bit.  She began walking up.  Thirty feet from the top of the cliff, the ledge broke away.  Well, she was close enough to use the grappling hook.<br/><br/>Shyael could have sworn the rangers said the ledge was around here somewhere.  She began to walk further, to search for it, when she heard a sound.  “Whoosh, THUNK, rustle, rustle”.  What was that?  She looked in the direction the sound had come from.  Soon she saw the glint of a metal object and thin cable being thrown, “whoosh”.  It hit the ground with a “THUNK”, and was tugged through the grass, “rustle, rustle”.  This time, it caught on a small bush.  The bush seemed fairly sturdy, several branches close to 2 inches thick nestled together at the trunk.  There were several tugs on the cable before someone was satisfied it held firm, then the cable went, and stayed, tight.<br/><br/>Shyael spent a moment to decide if she should look over the cliff face or wait for someone to arrive.<br/><br/>Mneta paused to attach the auto winder to the cable, and work up her courage.  She drew her dagger and wedged it into the rocks as she went, just in case there was a problem with the cable, and began climbing.<br/>(If Shyael looks over the edge, Mneta will be about 5 ft up from the ledge at the time.)