You stand on a narrow ledge overlooking the pool below. A cool breeze blows off the spray of the waterfall, though it also makes the ledge quite slippery and dangerous. A narrow trail, littered with dirt and pebbles, goes behind the waterfall. The trail leads to a dark hole and looks to have been well travelled once upon a time.
Jana sits nearish the ledge, repairing clothes. She wears long sleeves despite the heat.
Lanisen climbs up the rope and slings his satchel up before hoisting himself over the edge. “Ugh,” he groans melodramatically, looking at his palms. “Are we moving on soon? ‘Cause I don’t think my hands will survive climbing that rope too many more times.”
Jana pulls a salve-sort-of thing of of her pack and tosses it at him. To him. A little of both, really. “Quit whining. Better hide-out than most.”
Lanisen lunges for the bottle and fumbles it. “Better’n a tree,” he concedes, picking up the bottle and unscrewing the cap. “Bleah! What is this stuff?” He sniffs suspiciously at the goop.