"The sound of metal ringing against stone reverberates through the open air. Winds howl around the climber, chilling them even through many layers of clothing. She grits her teeth, fastening the piton into the cliffside crevice, preparing to pull herself just a few feet higher. Only hundred more to go, she thought quietly, glancing towards the quickly setting sun in the horizon. Would she make it, or would the beasts of dusk descend upon her before she finds her refuge. Another tug to fasten the rope around her waist. There wasn't a second to waste."