Skeetr remained perched on the wall for quite a while. He rested for a bit, physically and mentally. After a few moments he intently surveyed his surroundings. Barren desert was all that greeted him. It was more unnerving than the place he'd just escaped.  

The sun was beginning to set and he couldn't quite decide on what to do. The last place Skeetr wished to be was back inside, but his experience as a traveler told him that *any* cover after nightfall was better than no cover. Protection from weather and rogues was always a top priority. Who knew what that desert held? He did know there to be dangers inside, but he'd avoided them before - he could do it again.  

This was it then. It would be difficult, but Skeetr needed to climb back up into the hole. He was already thinking of places he'd seen that could possibly be good for hiding as well as thinking of areas he should avoid. Tomorrow morning he'd re-evaluate his situation and decide what to do.  

With a grunt, he jumped for the next highest cone. Using the strap from his pack like a lasso, he looped it over the end of the cone and pulled himself up and over. He started to slip a bit, but the strap was worn with age and very abrasive, it held nicely. Another couple moves like that and he was climbing in the hole created by the mage's fireball spell.  

Skeetr climbed down and cautiously walked over to the room where he had been strapped to the wall. He remembered there being quite a few things of interest in there and wanted a closer look to see if there was anything useful. The worry that someone would come looking for the dead mage crept up on Skeetr, so he planned on making his search of the room brief. He peeked in the doorway, then quietly stepped in. He hadn't noticed a mirror before, then again, he was in a hurry last time he had been here. Skeetr stepped over to it. He peered into the glass, looking at himself. Then something started to change with his image. It was almost as if... "Wow", he gasped and then his mouth fell open in amazement.