Deneve began climbing unsteady. She thought she was making good progpress, but it was hard having to keep attention on both finding a foothold, as well playing, AND making sure none of the bat creatures dove in to mutilate her. She drew her sword from its sheat, knowing it wouldn't be much use if she became a target, but it might deter them from trying. A quick glance up told her that the bat creatures seemed to their hands full with her companions.She hoped that was still true when she go there...