[OOC: Directly after
this.]
And when you look in the right place, you see.
...
Not much, in this case. Gray-brown haze mostly fills his vision. Looking up, there's more of the same with a slight glow of reddish-orange, but down...
Buildings stretch out, rooftop to rooftop with dizzyingly deep space in between. Harth frowns and lets himself drop to land on the ledge, sitting lazily down, one leg swinging.
And waits.