63
Myla
Peli leads me to the cliff’s edge which connects the Icythian tundra to the Simian wasteland. A wooden ladder lies embedded into the cliff wall. Huh. I haven’t had the best of experience with ladders lately.
“You want me to climb down that?” I ask.
“Of course.”
“How secure would you say it is, on a scale of one to ten?”
Peli purses his thin mouth. The movement makes his lips stand out an full inch. It’s a view I never really get used to. “I’d give it a six.”
I bob my head, considering. “Better than five. I’m in.”
We scale down the ladder. More than once, I curse the fact that I agreed when this is clearly a three on the safety scale. The wood isn’t bolted to anything most of the time. Some steps are totally rotted through. The entire experience definitely stress-tests my ab
