Calad continued to grasp firmly upon the branch. His elven ears could detect the beating of wings in the night air. He wondered if that dragon-creature had come back. Collette yelled to them if they were done yet. Calad thought in midst of his fear, does it look like we are done? Idiotic halfling. Mustering up a bit of courage, he lifted up his head, which before had hung lifelessly as he stared wide-eyed at the ground.
He gazed towards Thengise, who was still attempting to convince him to grab her hand so that she may lead him back onto the earth. But Calad would not budge. This fear held him in place, but at the same time he wanted to get this over with. With his back already injured, he thought, why not injure it more?. But this, he also thought, would be a fatal mistake.
And so, he let go of the branch he had held tightly onto, then allowing himself to plunge downwards towards the ground. The wind whistled in his ears, stung his eyes as he fell...
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- Ringwraith #5,
Servant of the Eye
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