[Okay, well, it's not wings or teleportation, but it is a pair of arms attached to a sturdy-looking guy, Ferran realizes as he glances down over his shoulder.]
Uhh, [is his eloquent reply. He should probably be and sound more concerned than he does.] You could say that, yeah.
[And, okay, while he is concerned about falling—more important is the flute he'd spotted, held in a case at the top of said tower. He's "Rapunzel" or whatever, surely towers are his specialty, he thought. It's the perfect job for this role he's been forced into! Sadly, no.]
You wouldn't happen to have a grappling hook handy, would you?
[He attempts to regain a foothold, but fails with a slip of his foot, leaving him back where he was a moment ago, hanging from a hand and a half's worth of stone.]
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Uhh, [is his eloquent reply. He should probably be and sound more concerned than he does.] You could say that, yeah.
[And, okay, while he is concerned about falling—more important is the flute he'd spotted, held in a case at the top of said tower. He's "Rapunzel" or whatever, surely towers are his specialty, he thought. It's the perfect job for this role he's been forced into! Sadly, no.]
You wouldn't happen to have a grappling hook handy, would you?
[He attempts to regain a foothold, but fails with a slip of his foot, leaving him back where he was a moment ago, hanging from a hand and a half's worth of stone.]