[Palamedes can often be fairly sangfroid in the face of danger, but even he gives a yelp as he is abruptly lurched downward. The stopping might be even worse than the falling; even after Flynn regains his footing, such as it is, Pal’s shoulder feels as though it has been yanked in a way it definitely isn’t supposed to.
By then, Pal can see more of the room below—and it looks strangely like the Cactus Pad. When he’s about five feet from the floor, he calls up to Flynn.] All right, you can let go!
For the next room, how does Hold Me sound?
By then, Pal can see more of the room below—and it looks strangely like the Cactus Pad. When he’s about five feet from the floor, he calls up to Flynn.] All right, you can let go!
[By some miracle, could they be back in town?]