I'm not trying to get rid of you, I'm trying to get to the ground.
[It isn't too much longer before his feet finally hit the ground. Grass. Hmm. The visibility's kind of crap, with fog spread across the ground, but nothing deadly yet.
Dave drops his squeegie on the ground and unclips his harness from the rope, which he was glad was actually long enough to take him down this far. Turning his cap backwards on his head, Dave pulls his sword out from his strife specibus, on the ready.]
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[It isn't too much longer before his feet finally hit the ground. Grass. Hmm. The visibility's kind of crap, with fog spread across the ground, but nothing deadly yet.
Dave drops his squeegie on the ground and unclips his harness from the rope, which he was glad was actually long enough to take him down this far. Turning his cap backwards on his head, Dave pulls his sword out from his strife specibus, on the ready.]