"As much as I enjoy your ass, Connie, I'll admit to getting a teeny bit impatient down here." Lavender watched, perturbed as the elf disappeared into the window without sending her down a rope.

"Connie!" She hissed and stomped her foot in annoyance.

"Well, I've watched you climb up countless walls like it was nothing, how hard could it possibly be?" She reached up to find a grip for her fingers on the wall in an attempt to emulate Connie.

Athletics.
(1d20-1)[3]