Skeetr remained perched on the wall for quite a while.  He rested for a
bit, physically and mentally.  After a few moments he intently surveyed
his surroundings.  Barren desert was all that greeted him.  It was more
unnerving than the place he'd just escaped.

The sun was beginning to set and he couldn't quite decide on what to do.
The last place Skeetr wished to be was back inside, but his experience
as a traveler told him that *any* cover after nightfall was better than
no cover.  Protection from weather and rogues was always a top priority.
Who knew what that desert held?  He did know there to be dangers inside,
but he'd avoided them before - he could do it again.

This was it then.  It would be difficult, but Skeetr needed to climb
back up into the hole.  He was already thinking of places he'd seen that
could possibly be good for hiding as well as thinking of areas he should
avoid.  Tomorrow morning he'd re-evaluate his situation and decide what
to do.

With a grunt, he jumped for the next highest cone.  Using the strap from
his pack like a lasso, he looped it over the end of the cone and pulled
himself up and over.  He started to slip a bit, but the strap was worn
with age and very abrasive, it held nicely.  Another couple moves like
that and he was climbing in the hole created by the mage's fireball
spell.

Skeetr climbed down and cautiously walked over to the room where he had
been strapped to the wall.  He remembered there being quite a few things
of interest in there and wanted a closer look to see if there was
anything useful.  The worry that someone would come looking for the dead
mage crept up on Skeetr, so he planned on making his search of the room
brief.  He peeked in the doorway, then quietly stepped in.  He hadn't
noticed a mirror before, then again, he was in a hurry last time he had
been here.  Skeetr stepped over to it.  He peered into the glass,
looking at himself.  Then something started to change with his image.
It was almost as if... "Wow", he gasped and then his mouth fell open in
amazement.

Fallen Murk