The west side of the Goddess’s Stronghold wasn’t quite as wide—or as easy to navigate—as Madas remembered. Of course, it had been a few years since she had been down it, and she’d been younger and smaller. Ten minutes into their descent, Gril stopped and untied her hands.
“This is supposed to be easier?” he warily questioned.
“I remember it being wider. It has been a few years since I was last here, and there has been a lot of rain this past year,” she defended.
He gave her a skeptical look before peering down the side. It was obvious there had been a few rock slides and part of the cliff below had given way, leaving a very narrow section. She rubbed her hands along the sides of her pants.
“We could always try going back the way we came,” she suggested.
“Trust me, it wasn’t any better
