Half-sighing and half-groaning, Evin slid into the tent he somehow managed to put up.
They had just reached an area dug into the Third Cataract, wide enough for dozen tents to be pitched. Their roof was the rest of the Cataract they had to walk up. It was basically a man-made cave. A resting point built by great mages of Tenarak.
"Final checkpoint," he mumbled.
At first when he was climbing, Evin was scared of the walls and the few pillars giving up on him and crushing him beneath it. His instincts refused to stay still inside a place like that, but eventually, he got used to it. Even managed to sleep under it. Though… the altitude sickness robbed that from him.