Soon after she had several sturdy ropes dangling in front of her, Beverly twisted them to make a stronger, sturdier rope. Sure she was small, but no risking it; both for her sanity and grade. Tucking the rope between her legs and wrapping around her right foot for a safer grip, Beverly held on tightly.

It was okay. Just let it go. Swing.

Before thinking it too much and willing to be the bravest she's ever been, Beverly hobbled as quick as she could and pushed off the edge. Keeping her sight solely on the other side and not on the drop, she managed not to scream a scream that was lodged in her throat. The moment her feet touched down on solid ground Beverly let go of the rope and scurried away from the edge.

She'd take an Acromantula any day. BAH!

Now, it was time for the swamp. Merlin. Was it her sensitive sense of smell, or did it reek like troll dung? UGH.