(Well, I rolled an 87.  I never seem to do well with dice rollers)<br/><br/>There was a soft muttering of a prayer or perhaps a curse.  Eyes darted amidst the darkness to intercept any figure that desired the deaths of her companions.  None were seen and so she began to ease herself from the ledge.  Fingers tightened on the handholds as he began to lower herself down into where others had gone.