Originally Posted by
Murkus
That's easy enough to do... nothing keeps Val from reaching the stage's edge and hopping down. He hears a snarl behind him, a scold, a curse. His feet hit the sand beneath the stagetop... and he keeps falling. In fact, unless he has some way to quickly escape his fate, Valente will fall through that soft grit, down into a choking lightless place with sand pressing upon him from all sides.
After a time, he lands on his back. It is not a hard impact. He is lying in a mound of sand, in the lot beneath Croupelt's dirigible. The dirigible is slowly accelerating to the west. The sky is fittingly overcast, dark as an ink blot. The dirigible makes a faint puttering as it is propelled away.