*kicked by Copper*
Oh.. right. Radium's back, kids!
Okay, it was really, really cold. Imagine standing outside in January wearing nothing but boots, gloves, and two pieces of duct tape - only the duct tape is actually expensive looking fabric with some sparkly parts presumably of magical significance, and the January is actually a magically frozen chasm in the middle of the ocean.
But oh so luckily, we were under the leadership of the mighty Uberbob! The gray rabbit, seemingly unbothered by the cold (possibly due to this wonderful invention called “pants” which they never give to sorceresses) was leaning over the heap of icy debris at the base of the cliff. “Debris…” he spoke mysteriously, “spelled curiously French for such a simple concept, don’t you agree?” He turned to Fawriel, who was still clutching the first-aid kit. Uberbob had previously given the kit to me and asked me to keep it safe. A bit later he took it and gave it to Fawriel, requesting the same thing. He was more obsessed with that particular item than anything else we have encountered. Well, maybe with the exception of my clothing and how he could get it away from my body.
The green weasel was perplexed by Uberbob’s comment. He shifted the first-aid kit uneasily, looking for a visual cue and finding none. “Um… Yes?” he tried.
“Precisely!” the rabbit exclaimed slamming his robotic fist down on one of the blocks of ice, snapping the mechanical limb in two. “And wouldn’t you say this cliff is approximately 354 and one half feet tall? L33tz4n, convert to metric so Faw knows what I’m saying.”
Not surprisingly, he had forgotten L33tz4n entirely and left her at the ruins. There was this long silence while he waited for a response, maybe thinking she would hear him and come to his aid. Not wanting to spend all day watching frost appear on my fur, I did a quick estimate. “’Bout 100 meters,” I choked out over my shivering.
“You’re not L33tz4n, you can’t be smart,” Our mighty leader responded matter-of-factly. As he darkly glared at the cliff before us, I briefly considered casting a fireball spell on myself to avoid freezing to death. Then, suddenly appearing to be in a much lighter mood (than usual, even!), the rabbit unloaded all the random objects from his pockets onto the ground and began narrating everything he had.
“Inventory
” he explained with mediocre HTML formatting. “I have to ask the voices what to do now. Stand by please.” Then he stopped moving and, apparently, thinking.
I took off my hat and wrapped it around my shoulders for warmth while Uberbob mentally idled. The path through the ice went to the west and to the south, and the icy cliff below Upper Placespot towered above us.
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