'Food, no, baby wipes, no, weapons armor…where is it…' I thought while rummaging through the multiple tabs of my inventory until finally…
"AHA!" I half shouted, half-whispered while withdrawing a long, rolled-up unit of heavily braided rope.
My muscles tensed as I lifted the coil almost the size of my body and dropped it beside me on the ground with a soft THUNK.
'Alright, what's the best way to do this? Instance rock is notoriously hard to chip, so it's not like I can go all rock-climber and use a grappling…hook…' Glancing down at the neatly coiled rope and back up to the two-foot-wide crevice in the ceiling, a plan began forming in my mind.
'That might work…but my strength isn't high enough,' squinting my eyes, I noticed a small stone face jutting out of the crevice about seven inches long.
