I was a bit hesitant to deviate from the pipe, but the light seemed to be emitting a warmth of its own. I crossed the pipe and walked ahead until I reached the yellow glow. Two thick shafts of light were shining down from far above.
"Where are they coming from?" L33tz4n asked, perhaps rhetorically.
"The ceiling. Probabaly the surface, maybe the ice cave," I answered.
Araches looked up, squinting her eyes. "If we could throw a rope or something, maybe we could find a way back to the surfa-"
"Wait!" Fawriel interrupted, "you want to go back? We've spent weeks trying to get here in the first place, fought our way through demons, foliage, snowmen, British avians, and inanimate objects, suffered insurmountable pain and agony, and you want to go back?"
She shrugged. "Well, we'd know where the hole was. We could go get a burger, sleep in beds or something and come back."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm all for that."
As nice as that sounded, it didn't look like we'd be able to throw a rope that far.
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