The night deepens, and there lies the mountain from before.
My stomach growls ominously; I'm starving because I've been studying some skills.

Now I see it below, at the mid-slope of the mountain, a faint light shining over what seems to be a cliff or steep hill.
Naturally, if they’ve set up camp, they would have lit a fire for vigilance.

I didn’t notice it during the day, which is the principle of having space behind the pillars.
The space below appears to be wider than expected; it wouldn’t be visible from above.
If it can’t …