The Event Post I've Been Meaning to Do

Great, Mr. Guide was neglecting his job at all and had decided Sparrow should be the voice of reason. She wasn't. She wasn't about to try to build a pointless wooden bridge or anything like that. She could probably jump over the gap, but that left one long leap of faith and Sparrow had never been one for believing in things. She could make smaller jumps, steps maybe even, if she used the stalagmites. Sure they might puncture through her paws causing her to fall and impale herself, but hey, that couldn't be that much worse than just jumping directly into the lava. Stalagmites it was, then. Sparrow made sure her useless guide was following. If she died, she at least wanted to take him with her.

-Sparrow chooses Dex-