Dron dug his fingers into the dry rock and pulled himself higher.
The cliff seemed to stretch forever above him, disappearing into the darkness where the light from the moons couldn't reach. Every time he looked up, all he saw was more stone, more narrow cracks, and more places where the rock looked ready to crumble under the smallest amount of pressure. The wind wasn't helping. It tore around the side of the mountain in sudden, violent bursts, throwing sand and tiny pieces of stone into his face while pulling at the straps across his chest. More than once, it had shoved his body away from the cliff hard enough to make his grip slip.
