“Do you think this thing’s safe?” Jax
asked warily, shaking the ropes that anchored the bridge to the ledge. It
descended into the gloom ahead of him, and he could barely make out its far end
in the darkness. A light suddenly illuminated the area as Wren cast Light on a pebble, then tossed it out
onto the bridge. It rolled down the steep incline for a little ways before
rolling off the edge, then grew fainter and fainter until it finally vanished
with a distant splash.
“If the Arkonas use these for bringing
smuggled goods up from the sea, then I’m sure they’re strong enough for us,”
Tomas said confidently. Jax still wasn’t sure, and he asked Wren for more
lights. She was creating Light rocks
as fast as she could, and he chucked one across the open pit. It landed on the
far ledge, beyond the foot of the bridge, and bounced a short distance before
coming to rest against a wooden door. He realized that all his friends were
gathered behind him, looking at him expectantly. Succumbing to peer pressure,
he ventured cautiously out onto the swaying rope bridge.
