It seemed a long time, but probably was only a few minutes when I came to my first obstacle.� A set of spikes that looked like repurposed spear heads decorated the wall, their downward pointing blades more than adequately denoting their purpose.� Worse, my dagger and rope contraption was tangled in the spikes meaning that from here on upward I�d be on my own.
Although the spikes had been up here for as long as the wall had stood, with my limited visibility I couldn�t see any signs of wear and tear that might indicate an easy way through.� Whoever had put these spikes up here knew what they were doing.
Now that I could see where my rope was attached, I was willing to trust it a lot more. I wrapped the rope around my leg, enabling me to put all my weight on the rope and rest my hands for a short time while I considered how to get past the spikes.� Time was not on my side.� I would have preferred to rest a while longer, but I was going to have to get a move on.