A Desperate Situation Calls for Desperate Measures

I watch to see where the guard goes. With his back to me, he approaches the gate - and then abruptly vanishes! Perhaps Doria does have magic. I walk to the spot from which the man disappeared, hoping that if he was teleported inside then I will be too. But nothing happens.

I spend some time searching the rock walls, but if there is a camouflaged tunnel mouth then I can't find it. Maybe the guard teleported out in the same way that he teleported in?

That only leaves trying to climb one of the smooth rock walls. It seems hopeless - after all, they are clearly intended to be unscalable. But my life in this world has for the most part been so miserable that the thought that I might well slip and fall to my death almost seems as if it would be a merciful release rather than acting as a deterrent.

So I start climbing.

1. And to my surprise I succeed in getting to the top. The climb is less formidable than it had looked. From here, I can see what lies behind the gate.
2. But it's hopeless. I can't get any sort of foothold or handhold, so can't manage to ascend even a small distance up the rockface.
3. I manage to climb about forty feet before slipping and falling to what seems likely to be my death.
4. But I have barely begun when someone hails me. Where did they come from?

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