The line of slaves snakes up the mountain.
Torches light the way. Now the only sound is shuf-
fling feet and the slow pounding of a single drum,
like a heartbeat.  You are at the center of the col-
umn. ANd ffloyd is far ahead of you! As you near
the crater you become more and more conscious
of the demonic orange light emanating from it.
  You are now walking along the cliff edge. It's
hard to see Ffloyd in the dim light. You hope that
you will not miss his signal.
  There! Did he move his head? Was that a signal?
It's a long way down.  If there's no ledge below . . .

If you decide to jump
If you decide to wait