Khair emerges on a thin, wide strip at the edge of a 15'-wide ravine. A casual glance down the edge reveals a huge multi-armed, wickedly barbed cactus dominating the ground 10' below the ledge, almost directly below where the sad little goat Rombard has been lazily tied to a scrub bush. He's covered in quills and blood, and he's bleating and moving about frantically.

Khair, what do you do?