Bonesplinter Ravine no man is an island entire of itself

I'm not dead; I promise.

There was something oddly familiar about his voice, but Brook had been so young when her father left, she did not recognize it. Nor would she in the coming weeks, months, or years. Not on her own, at least. She chalked it up to being a coincidence and him having one of those voices everybody feels like they know.

I was on my way down, but... Well, she hadn't planned on taking a path there. No, her plan had been a much more direct route. I think there's a way over there, she said, gesturing vaguely to her right. It didn't look like the easiest thing in the world to get out, but it was better than the vertical cliffs everywhere else.