The Poems of Madam Albithurst: Riddlemaster
Even with the careful and steady guidance of Nock, it took us many days to make our way out of the wooded jungle that was the Inner Wings. We traveled through the Asparitetis and out the other end, around the Oyn and about the Upper Scapula we walked, seeking egress from the foul environs, until at last we arrived at the Pollier.
Covered with barnacles and dangling vines, the Pollier was perhaps the quietest portion of our journey. It was neither cold nor warm, but still and soft. I do not think any of us particularly enjoyed the experience, but it was the necessary transition point between where we were, and where we needed to go: the Spine-case.