Night time came and everyone decided to build a camp a distance away from the village. No one wanted to stumble upon them and turn into dust.
Aldred sat in his tent with Bartrem, Mary, Mira, Sophia, Mareona, and even Maverick. Pongo lay on the floor, sleeping.
"What is our next step?" Maverick asked.
"Don't take any risk," Bartrem said. "We will wait for tomorrow and see what happens. If not, Aldred, you can order your undead to climb the cliff. We will see what happened to them."
Aldred shrugged. "I can lose one or two of them."
The next, day. Aldred and his the others were looking up at the cliff in front of them. The adventurers were staring as well. No one tried to climb it like yesterday.
Bartrem tapped his shoulder. "Do it."
Aldred summoned his undead. One Silver Rank human warrior. "Climb up." He pointed at the cliff.