He had no time to wonder about the crowd. Another climber was coming up fast on the corner by the east. It was a broad-shouldered boy with long, knotted hair and a wool tunic that was soaked through with sweat around the collar. He moved in clumsy but powerful lurches, dragging himself up by his forearms rather than using his feet properly. Regardless of how erratically he moved, he was determined enough that he was gaining on them.
Aela glanced down and soon caught sight of the climber. “Who's that?” She yelled.
“No idea,” Devvyn yelled back.
Aela reached the tower first, catching sight of a shelf that was built into the top of the tower. She had no idea how that was achieved. All she knew was that she had to get the flags from the shelf before anybody else did.