Alys Glasse
With Deimos apparently content to wait for her to reach the summit of the climbing wall, Alys refocused on the task at hand. Now that her pride had been challenged, she was determined to see her course of action through, even if, in retrospect, it had been somewhat silly. Her movements were slow, but methodical, and she made her way up the wall without haste. If he's going to be like that, I'll take my time, the young woman thought rebelliously. Like what, exactly, she couldn't say.
Eventually - after taking thrice the time of any of the soldiers - Alys's hand reached the summit and she allowed herself a huff of pride. Unfortunately, having reached the top, the Seer appeared to be stuck. Her arms were on fire, her chest was heaving, and she struggled in vain to lift herself from the last hand- and footholds to crest the wall itself. "Why - do you even - have this here?" she gasped as she tried and failed to pull herself the rest of the way onto the wall. "What's - wrong with - the ground?"
Eventually - after taking thrice the time of any of the soldiers - Alys's hand reached the summit and she allowed herself a huff of pride. Unfortunately, having reached the top, the Seer appeared to be stuck. Her arms were on fire, her chest was heaving, and she struggled in vain to lift herself from the last hand- and footholds to crest the wall itself. "Why - do you even - have this here?" she gasped as she tried and failed to pull herself the rest of the way onto the wall. "What's - wrong with - the ground?"
