The return trip along the road was much as this morning before finding the manse, a gentle pace, the sun on your backs. Yes, the only change, the worth in your pockets and being up one person. The oxen made it easy not to rush, since they wouldn't be rushed with their over-weight wagons. The trip makes the clearing before the manse an hour before dawn. As Wei's assistants start setting a camp, the brother guides the main party past the manse to the trailhead. As they near the rear of the ziggurat, a clean drop off behind opens over an extensive, roughly five mile box canyon that butts against the wall beneath the manse. A cascading waterfall of rainbow hue showers in a fountain off the back side of the manse descends the several hundred feet to the valley floor where the water regains its natural color before trailing off to the exit of the valley. A cruel chuckle rises from the bandit, as he points out a one-man trail down the almost sheer side of the canyon. Visible from most of the valley floor and providing no cover as one descends. "<strong>That the quickest path I have followed, only a few hours on the canyon face, a day along the ridge to the valley floor at the end with a guide. Or a three days along the road to the trailhead that cuts back  to the end of the valley. Now it is only a breath or twelve if you jump, but I wouldn't suggest that trip. Few can make that trip work for them.</strong>"