I raise and as I do the tent that was covering me magically adapts to cover my movements, taking the form of my battered travel cloak. I smuggle a hand to the hidden compartments and take one of the small sweet buns that is hidden inside the garment, felling invigorated just smelling the cinnamon and vanilla aroma emanating from the pastry. Biting it I walk after the group, till we get to the narrow cliff.
-Maybe we should tie us together, to make sure that no one falls down.