The problem with climbing the wall into Faircrest was that it was very specifically designed to stop people doing just that.� Before the addition of DownTown, this wall had been the only protection against the outside world.� It was tall enough to make climbing difficult and had various spiky bits to discourage attempts.� Guards patrolled the top and the other side was equally treacherous.
Worse, there were stories of others that had attempted the climb, only to come back in a terrible state.� Babbling about ghosts, they were never the same again.� That was not a fate I was keen to experience.� The more I thought about it, the more I thought it sounded like a really bad idea.� However I tried, though, I just couldn�t stop thinking about my team who were relying on me.� And then I got to thinking of all the terrible things that might befall them at the hands of a wizard.� I wasn�t so arrogant as to think that I could take on a wizard head on, but my job was to make sure that my team didn�t have to.
I didn�t have the luxury of a long planning session, but attempting anything of this magnitude without thinking it through was a recipe for disaster.� The kind of disaster that ended with me dead or babbling like a fool.� My least favourite kind of disaster.
The ale-house was starting to fill up, but it still wasn�t so busy that people wanted to join my table, or that the bar staff would begin to start making comments about me nursing my one drink.
While I had the chance, I got down to some serious planning.