Stav and Trash Can Man would appear at the foot of the abyss. "Stay here." Stav would say.
Trash Can Man: What do you mean?
Stav would jump in without a second thought. He felt the air rushing against him and the pressure growing immensely, his old bones could not handle this exertion. Stav thought, for what seemed like ages, for the name of the pressure reducing spell. As he fell he pulled out his spell book and scanned through the pages. "Hmm.. pressure reliving... encant not enchant... pages 30 through 75? Hm... oh here!" Stav would say to himself ignorant of the fact that his bones were being crushed and he was falling to his death.
"Fahn Habu, Defakasu, klon." Stav would recite.
He felt nothing. "Oh, I think I mispronounced it." Stav would murmur. "Fahn Habu, Delfaka, chiklon." Stav would recite. Now he felt the magic working, his muscles relaxed, and his bones slowly stopped cracking, and started repairing themselves. "Oh I should do a levitation encantation." "Delfaka insune, wait.. Delfaka in-sue-nay, partialis." Stav would correct himself. Stav would flip through a bit more pages as he descended, and found a note. One he hadn't put there. It was an image of a white figure, small and fat, wide eyes, wide eyes of fear, looking at a monster, in pitch black darkness. Something about it... felt familiar.