"I was never here during this time period. Fairly crumbly a few hundred thousand years from now, though."

He headed towards the cliff and worked to tie the ivy around himself. He wasn't too nervous, not really. He'd leapt over far worse with far less equipment than strong ivy. And with far less of a capable companion at the time.

Once close enough to start to climb down towards the top of the Tower, he knelt and checked the solidity of the soil.

"Firm," he said. "Shouldn't cause too much slipping as it goes down. How should we do this? Pulley? Wrap it 'round a rock and climb down?