Lucien thought George’s idea of climbing the ice sheet was the best alternative they had, and he took a moment to determine how best to insure the Patrol’s safety during the climb. “Lucretzia, I thought I saw a snare trap in that pack of yours?” he asked, starting to untie the Guard cloak that shrouded his shoulders. “George, Cyd, your cloaks, please. We’ll tie them to the snare trap and then to each of us. That way, should one of us lose our footing, it won’t mean plummeting into the gorge. I’ll lead the way. George, you shoulder the mail pack.” Lucien took out his spear to use as an ice pick as they climbed.<br/><br/>(Pathfinder)<br/>