Now We Wait IV
Again Farrin triggered the release on the Jahnsenn Rod. Nothing.
“What? What is it?” Horil could feel the tension in his frame.
“The mechanism isn’t working,” he said, “Let’s give it a moment, and I’ll try it again.”
A moment did nothing. Neither did ten, or thirty. Horil started climbing.
“Taking a look?” Farrin asked.
“Unless you have a better suggestion.” His silence kept her moving. They both knew that time was against them.
The climb was not so difficult, albeit odd, navigating the obstacles of Farrin and such a unique work environment. She hoisted herself up and swung a leg over the rod. Then managed to swing herself into a seated position. She braced her feet on his torso to free her hands and withdrew a pair of tools from her interior vest lining.
Poking and prodding the mechanism, the solution manifested in short order. “Where did you get this piece of junk?”
“You mean this artifact that saved both our lives?” His petulant tone was unsurprising. “I acquired it at Timmony’s Trinkets in Sallowvale.”
The news did not improve the situation. Horil’s dismissive grunt was answer enough as her fingers worked. “Okay, I’m going to readjust the release latch, and then we sh–”
And they were falling.