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The lift shaft drops into the darkness. They are now deep enough that the only light is that of the torch held aloft by Zolf. Some distance down, Azu slips slightly, one hand flailing wildly. She hears a sharp grunt and turns her head.
In the middle of the lift shaft, Zolf is slowly rotating head over heels. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow, not impressed.
“Zolf! Are you alright? I’m so sorry for knocking you.” She reaches out one hand to help, realises where she is, and quickly refastens her grip on the ladder.
Zolf sighs. He begins to swing his upper body back and forth, gathering momentum. With a little effort, Zolf flips himself upright, arms accidentally stretched upwards.
Cel claps excitedly. “Oh bravo, Mr Smith! You’re actually none too shabby with those boots of yours. Though I do think I could add just a couple of modifications to make them even better. Maybe small engines on the heels. Or some wheels …” Cel descends into muttering.
Azu just gazes sadly at Zolf.
He shakes his head. “Just don’t worry about it.”
“You alright?” Hamid’s voice interrupts from below.
“Everything’s fine,” Zolf replies, “Let’s just keep moving.”