"You're slowing down again," Liara said.
The she-elf was nearly on top of me, her left boot just inches from the top of my head, dangling there as if my betrothed wanted to step on me.
"It's not an easy climb," I protested.
I remember mentioning this before, but I wasn't very fond of heights. It was my one pet peeve.
"It's not that hard," Liara replied. "There's enough wear and tear in the wall that the grooves between its bricks are like holds in a rock-climbing wall."
"Yeah, right," I sighed.
There was a reason I never used the climbing walls in the Drengr Longhouse's training hall.
"Just don't look down," Liara suggested, as if she knew exactly why I was being such a turtle.
Sadly, her suggestion only made me want to glance down.
"Vargr," I sighed.
Yeah, I shouldn't have done that. The sight of the abyss below me just sent anxiety jumping up my throat like a bad case of heartburn.