Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Biting her lip, Maea stepped back once more when it appeared that her plan did not work. She gazed about the room, scanning the various objects for a solution. It would be very easy and quick to call on Amun, no doubt about it. And he would probably be happy to help. But she did not like the idea that she might be incapable of solving such a simple problem.
"First of all, keep your calm," she told Darkeye, as she noticed the growing desperation in him. "You are not wounded or dying, just stuck." As for whether she could bend metal? She shook her head. "Not to a degree that would help. Let me see if I can find a rope, instead."
It took some searching, but after ducking out and rummaging through a storage shed, she returned with a hefty length of rope. Tying one end to the sturdiest pillar she could find, Maea handed the other end to Darkeye.
"Try to pull yourself forward, with everything you have. I will hold the anvil, to make sure it doesn't budge." How strong was the magnetic pull? The tools and weapons had come off easily enough; this should not be any difference.
"First of all, keep your calm," she told Darkeye, as she noticed the growing desperation in him. "You are not wounded or dying, just stuck." As for whether she could bend metal? She shook her head. "Not to a degree that would help. Let me see if I can find a rope, instead."
It took some searching, but after ducking out and rummaging through a storage shed, she returned with a hefty length of rope. Tying one end to the sturdiest pillar she could find, Maea handed the other end to Darkeye.
"Try to pull yourself forward, with everything you have. I will hold the anvil, to make sure it doesn't budge." How strong was the magnetic pull? The tools and weapons had come off easily enough; this should not be any difference.
Maea
