They had an hour to spend. Damian decided the edge of the waterfall was as good a place as any to wait out his last moments on Earth. Vidalia conjured some chairs and a table to sit upon, while Damian used his runic circles to build a small windscreen from earth, lighting a fire beneath it. It wasn't as cold as the Dreaded Lands, but the wind was brisk, and the temperature was certainly below normal.
They sat in silence. Ten minutes passed, and no one spoke. Vidalia even took out a random book and began reading, as though their entire life didn't depend on how this final hour would reflect in the other world. Third-rankers truly were a different breed altogether. Damian briefly considered pulling out his research papers but decided against it.
