Self-Made Declaration

Normally the Archer was far more composed, but there wasn’t a lot of room to move, and she barely bit back the urge to sardonically reply Backwards for some of us. Instead she looked over her shoulder again and grimaced. "Narrow, but there’re some caves back a bit." It wasn’t like they’d cling to the cliff face like goats if she gave them a shove, as tempting as the prospect might be.

Carefully she slid a foot backwards, feeling behind herself as she rounded the corner once again. It was slow going, but finally she managed to back her way into an opening in the side of the mountain. It stank of stale air, but was surprisingly spacious inside, and seemed to drop away and down towards the back.

"speech".