I was close enough to the shore that rumblings of Furious Mountain sometimes shook the land beneath our feet. I stood at the surface and looked into the rift, perhaps two feet wide and three fourths of that across.
"That looks dangerous." I said.
"Yeah," Marco said, "But Aethelsten lost his glasses down there."
"You said you would help." Aethelsten reminded me.
And I had said that I would help. I hadn't expressly said that I'd go into a raw fissure in the earth. But I hadn't said that I wouldn't either.
"It goes deeper than my Dark Vision." I grumbled. "If his glasses fell down there, they're probably broken."
"It's five less lashes if I can show the sisters my glasses." Aethelsten said.
"You wouldn't want Aethelsten lashed for no reason, would you?" Marco asked.
"And both of you will be holding the rope up here?"
"We'll hold to our end." Marco said.
