Vines thicker than an ogre's arm bind together logs of equally

enormous size. Here the bridge begins to span it's way out from the

rocky cliff face. A thick grey mist covers the bridge further on and

makes it impossible to see the destination. The depths of the gorge

below is masked by these same mists, the faint echo of shrill bird

cries can be heard reverberating their way up the chasm walls from

miles below.