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This is a wee bit embarassing...but I'm not sure what to do now! I was expecting you lot to cry "Steady on, Malris! You're insane! You're ordering us to climb a mountain, at night, infested by spirits, while we drag a cursed helm around, not that you know we're doing that."
Instead, as one, you've said "Cool, we're up for a bit of suicide today."
Shall we just attempt the ascent, realise its impossibility, and then turn back for a nap on the beach? I was expecting us to decide to do the climb in the morning, after a bit of remonstrating with Malris. Is it too late for someone to bring him to his senses?
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