Havelock appears blithely unaware of any such possible tangents, simply holding still and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dark.
The air flickers between warm and cool as they travel between floors (the number of which seems to be prodigious) and slowly Puck appears through the gloom, in dim silhouette.
Perhaps he should have drawn a weapon before shutting the door? It is certainly too close in here to do so now.
But he thinks... maybe not.
With a rattle, the cage begins to slow, nearing the bottom of the shaft.
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Date: 2011-07-29 11:57 pm (UTC)The air flickers between warm and cool as they travel between floors (the number of which seems to be prodigious) and slowly Puck appears through the gloom, in dim silhouette.
Perhaps he should have drawn a weapon before shutting the door? It is certainly too close in here to do so now.
But he thinks... maybe not.
With a rattle, the cage begins to slow, nearing the bottom of the shaft.