Zenoth cursed his foolishness, as he looked around him. He was on a ledge, a couple hundred feet up the mountain, with now way back down. The path he had taken had crumbled away just as he reached the ledge. He sighed, and decided to wait and see if anyone would come. He didn't figure so, but decided he wold wait anyways, as there was nothing else to do. He waited for half an hour, then began to meditate, to keep himself concentrated and to sharpen his discipline.

"need some help friend?" Vestiens voice came from a higher ledge.
"i understand that such terain can be dangerus for travelers" he continued.

he seacrched through his pack for a rope and relised he had left the vilage with out restocking his equipment, an angry mob can do that to a well planned scedual.

"do you have a rope friend? i have been foolish to travil with out one!"

He cursed his foolishness and cast around for a substitue in case the unfortuante indevidual did not have one. A large thick stem of some form of ivy caught his eye it looked long enough but i aso looked brittal and one weekness would be enough.