My skills don't have anything to do with climbing... I'm a mage!

[ As if to demonstrate, Marcille began to chant softly under her breath. The blisters receded, then disappeared, leaving clean, healed skin. Her fingers were obviously those of a scholar, not an avid outdoorsman -- callused only where they would meet the wood of a stave or the side of a pen. ]

Okay, that's it.

[ She removed her pack and took out a few small packages. ]

I've got some dried meat and bread here, if you're hungry! You can call it payment for helping me along.