"Uh? The heck is this thing—" Godrick spat, his brow furrowing as he pulled a tangled mess of rope and latches from the bag. Metal clinked together in his hands, the strands coiling like snakes as he tried to make sense of them. Belk stood beside him, arms folded, brow cocked, silently waiting as the bundle was tossed around between them.
Astra didn't so much as glance back. "It's for scaling these things," she said, her voice casual as her knuckle rapped against the dark, rigid rock wall in front of her. The sound echoed faintly, swallowed quickly by the looming height of the pillar.
Godrick's frown deepened. He dug further into the supply sack and pulled out something even stranger—thin iron rods wrapped tightly with copper wire, ends frayed like they'd once been fused together. His nose scrunched. "And this?"
