Helping each other up the knotted surface, you are making good progress until you lose your handhold and slip. You fall two dozen feet or more, but thankfully the underbrush of leaves and vines provides some cushion for your landing. That was a waste of time, and the crash that accompanied your fall may have been enough to alert the A'Dendri to your whereabouts. Working out a crick in your back, you head down the only path left to you.