Little darkness remains as the fog of the canyon rolls beneath me, moonlight illuminating the mouth of a deep cavern below.
The noise of the blessed dead can be heard from the ledge I hang on.
There are many more in comparison to the waterfall in Idris.
The stone knife in between my teeth.
I have been perched as still as the rock, blended into the grey terrain around me.
I am resting and waiting for any sign if movement, checking in the moving Lucci every so often.
Cracking my neck, I make plans to wait out the pursuers down below.
Depending on how deep this hole is, I can wait them out and strike when their guard is down.
The thought that I am no longer being pursued lingers, and I scoff at it.
If Heela has her pet, she will play with him before coming after me.
If Lucci comes after me, this will he a great chance to see how she reacts to an ambush.
If a pet is on me, it would be Belly, Lago, Milk and Leak.
