[ Ezar has enough manna that he doesn't feel immediately hungry for once, and thus he decides to treat himself to something that'll actually make him happy. He heads to the top of the tallest building in Sumarlok, riding the elevator just to preserve ever bit of manna he has for what he's planning.
The wind seemingly generated by every tall building tugs at the sober black, high-collared shirt he's wearing and pulls strands of hair from his braid as he walks across the roof, unerringly to the edge, and then hops onto parapet.
It's a long way down. Ezar smiles to himself, head tilted back toward the sky for a moment as he breathes to taste the wind and feels himself already letting go. He's tired of the ground so solid and unforgiving beneath his feet.
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The wind seemingly generated by every tall building tugs at the sober black, high-collared shirt he's wearing and pulls strands of hair from his braid as he walks across the roof, unerringly to the edge, and then hops onto parapet.
It's a long way down. Ezar smiles to himself, head tilted back toward the sky for a moment as he breathes to taste the wind and feels himself already letting go. He's tired of the ground so solid and unforgiving beneath his feet.
Then, with the grace of a diver, he jumps. ]