Fern's banging on the walls reveals that, indeed, the planks do have enough seams in them for her to attempt a climb.  It would be practically improbable, impossible for one of lesser skill.  Her lithe form might just do it.<br/><br/>Behind Miaren, some slouching form rustles the jade trees with its bronzed circling.  The griffon.  She smells he is close; he marches his territory.  And her heightened senses tingle freshly with the likelihood that he will soon stalk in to assert his dominance over it again.