Garinor took the path on the right and walked through the darkness, letting the door close behind him so the new room would be revealed. He saw a great chasm open before him, much too large for him to cross. A deep, rocky river flowed at the bottom, but he could tell that if he fell that distance, he wouldn’t survive it.
To his right stood a man in hunting gear. He had a bow slung over one shoulder and a thin rope over the other. Despite his garb, he didn’t seem threatening and so Garinor walked over to him to hear his advice.
“Two options await you. You may find a way at the bottom of the ravine, though that path is treacherous. Or you may seek the doorway to your destiny across that expanse.”
Garinor examined the gorge. “But how am I supposed to cross over that if I wanted to go that way?”
The man held out the bow, a quiver of arrows, and the coil of rope. “The arrow is strong enough to carry this rope, for it is of special design. With a well-placed shot, you could sink the arrow into a tree across the way and then climb across the chasm.”
Garinor paced, trying to decide. It seemed suicidal if he wanted to get across that drop and even more permanent if he just dove right down.
Then Garinor remembered that half of the people were telling the truth and half of them were lying. With that, he was utterly confused about what to do.