"... I will go with you," you say, knowing you just made a monumental decision, even if you don't know why.
"Very well." The man clicks his fingers, and something starts unfolding from the castle door.
It is a cloud, unfolding a bit then parting to make a foothold, then unfolding again and parting.
"You go first," the man says, gesturing to the cloud-ladder.
"It might not be safe," you say, always cautious.
"I will go first, then, just to show you that it is safe," the man says. "Never worry, the ones like you are always cautious."
"What are the ones like me? Why am I so different?"
The man ignores you, so you ...