Aramus, still sweating, nods at the birdman, "That was nothing short of amazing, now, how the hell are we getting down their, and how are we going to stop this heat from cooking us alive like we're all in a crawdad boil? eh? I say we make camp on that cliff there, away from the trees and spiders, and close enough to retreat, and we can work on getting down, we just need to message the ship."