81.2 (LOA)

“Ah! There she is,” says Dace. Oura turns and waves. She stands at the base of the Plummet, the sheer rock wall rising before her. She removes her hat and overcoat, then turns her gaze upward. You note how small Oura seems framed against the monolithic face of the cliff.

“I just need a minute,” she says. She pulls on a pair of spiderpad gloves. They hum and crackle with energy. “All right. Let’s do this before I lose my nerve!”

Clear Oura with  to see her off.