[This, at least, he can predict a bit - they've done this enough times, bracing a bit before launching upwards, unfolding himself as the pillar reaches its apex, his staff flashing open into its glider form and...]
[He's airborne again, starting a slow circle. The joy of the moment is tempered by the larger problem at hand - that fog is thick, shifting, almost like something alive...but perhaps - just perhaps - he sees something like a path...]
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[He's airborne again, starting a slow circle. The joy of the moment is tempered by the larger problem at hand - that fog is thick, shifting, almost like something alive...but perhaps - just perhaps - he sees something like a path...]