The howling wind blew past Zilvra's ears, her silver-white hair floating with it. She stared intently at the space beneath her feet, constantly twisting her body to avoid the obstacles around her.
A few hanging baskets, ropes, and bridges for passage obstructed Zilvra's path forward, but they also provided supports to slow her descent. By repeatedly hitting these protruding platforms and with the aid of her floating ability, this rapid descent seemed thrilling yet safe.
A sudden pull threw Zilvra toward a wall, where there happened to be a vacant space. The dwarf Morgan stood on a platform, waving at her. It was obvious that the invisible Lynch had just used a spell on her, indicating where she needed to stop.
