[Crevasse]
Scared almost witless you follow the steep winding trail as it continues to scale the precipice. A crumpled skeleton lies off to one side on a narrow ledge. The bones are scattered and broken. You can still make out traces of skin and hair clinging to a few of the bones. It would seem that whoever preceded you to this spot met with fatal results. That person now lies here as a jumble of bones with no trace of clothing or possessions to identify him.
Other life here: none.
You also see: <new> (two).
Obvious exits: up and down.
might be a typo on the last part <new> (two)