To the Fortress
In the end, none of the party wished to be left behind. They went back down the southern face of the hill as the storm raged above and around them, and kept to the lowest part of the valleys between the hills as they crept toward the pipe, which extended down the east side of the fortress hill. It was wettest where they passed, the torrents pouring downhill, and before long they were not only wet, but covered in slimy mud up to their necks.
They made the pipe. It was made of iron, and was rusted at its extremity, sharp edges ready to cut stray hands.
Falco forced his way among the Rangers in front and whispered hoarsely. "Thoronmir, let me go first! I'm quiet and small, and I see well enough in the dark. Let me scout it and pass word back!"
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