It was definitely not rope.
The braided fibers were human hair, I was certain.
So I followed it, half expecting a young royal of some sort or another up in a tower, or in a well - trapped somewhere.
I'd walked almost a mile when I was disappointed to find the end of it, alongside a fancy dagger.
Whoever had felt weighed down by their tresses had chosen to shed them.
I followed the braid back, rolling it up neatly, just to tidy up a bit.