Nym Liam strode up the edge and looked down into the lurid red flame.  Butterscotch eyes rose to the other side.  HE shrugged and--just because he could--he took his staff in one hand and stretched it out across the distance.<br/><br/><br/>Turning back to the others he said, "Let's look for a way around."  The elf was fairly tolerant to the elements, but the heat rolling off of the molten stone oiled his visible skin with sweat.<br/><br/>After taking three steps away, the caramel skinned elf suddenly paused. 'Wait a moment..."  He strode quickly over to their bags and pulled out a coil of rope, thent two others.<br/><br/>"Cael," he called out, "Are you still around?"<br/><br/>He glanced about for the little pixie.  "I can try to get these across without him, but I'd<em>far</em>rather Cael just fly these across."<br/><br/>He carefuly measued out a specific number of arm lengths of rope--about thrice the length of the chasam--then he wrapped the rope past that several times around the base of the rope ladder.