Shepherd Of Fire

The man gives her a chance to reconsider but Rivin made her choice. He seemed the most able to hold his own if something shifted… did they not even acknowledge the gore on her antler? It was for the better. Rivin would trail after him, preferring the silence. But things around them would shift. Burning smoke… she squinted through it, determined not to lose her guide. But nothing would prepare her for what he lead her to. Well wasn't this fantastic…

The smell of sulfur… a questionable bridge over lava. Robin blinks away the tears in her eyes and frowns. He seems to be waiting… Rivin looks at him. He wants her to go? Fine. She steps onto the first plank. Most of them seem stable enough. Balance would be key here.

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Choosing…. Dexterity
Balance lightly between the planks evenly as you go.