Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
"Don't waste your silk, we'll probably need it to restrain something," Jerry replied. She squatted down near the edge to try and estimate the distance. "There's not enough room for the fliers, either," she noted, the hallway wasn't smaller than the hole, but there was less room for error. If Jerry had to guess, if Emil or Fia leaned even slightly in the wrong direction, they'd hit the walls. "Poli, think you can do the sticky thing we did on the bridge again?"