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Things really went remarkably smoothly for several nights on end, while the trio traveled up out of the foothills and into Basque country in the Pyrenees. Then, at the edge of a precipitous ravine, the traces simply... stopped. It was puzzling, to say the least. The three spread out and searched for ways that the Yelaadim might have passed without leaving a magical mark on the landscape. It was Belandvyn whose sharp eyes found the rope bridge, or rather the remains of one, stapled to the sheer rock face of the cliff across from them. With only a little more hunting, Tylyr located very faint signs of where the near end had fastened. But still, even assuming that the Yelaadim had crossed and then severed the bridge behind them, how could they have made it off of that tiny ledge of stone which led absolutely nowhere? Neither Nature Spirit could imagine them climbing either up or down from there.