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You (and presumably Wretch) take a look up top, getting a proper visual on the area. The TCPs (and clown) appear to be in a clearing in front of a rocky entrance, lined with high cliffs. There doesn’t appear to be any other way but forward, and from the look of Marnet trying and failing to get up the sides, the cliffs aren’t scalable. You ask your lobster type how she’s doing, and she says she’s pretty sure she’s onto something. You gently tell her that she’s probably going to get hurt if she keeps trying that, and she relents, getting back onto the ground and dusting herself off.
WRETCH: well
WRETCH: guess we gotta get goin huh