At some point during the storms that had raged the entire night, rocks had broken free of the cliff face, and were blocking the only safe path to The Great City. It would take days to clear the muddy roadway. Eglan looked at the boulders, which came up to a man’s shoulders, then down at the steep, treacherous and nearly impassable slope that lead from the road to the river. Perhaps, she could slide down to the river’s edge and walk its length to The Great City. If she did not do something, concert tickets would be sold out soon.