Something with a mirror is trespassing. Valanda gets a ward up before it eats him but it eats him anyway.

He falls before he even notices he's been dumped at the edge of a cliff. There's - is that a tree - what -

- he would rather not be impaled, he will not be impaled - 

- it's sort of convenient how it breaks his fall, except that actually no part of this is convenient at all. He lands, sits, looks around - where is he, anyway, it's some kind of park or something probably - everything hurts. That's not quite right. A lot of things hurt. His ankle hurts because he managed to land on his feet, if only briefly, and he might've twisted it. Or something. His palm stings from breaking one of the littler branches that at least didn't manage to hit him in the head. His shoulder hurts and that's probably from trying to grab the tree. His other shoulder hurts and he's not even sure why. And then there are all the miscellaneous bruises-to-be everywhere else.

He sits still and looks around. If anyone else looks back, he's mysteriously free of the assorted scrapes he could've picked up from the fall and his clothing, such as it is, isn't torn either; this outfit is old patchwork but it's got an illusion over the shirt that makes it look like it's all one seamless piece of dull orange cloth, and the illusion makes it look cleaner than it actually is at this point, too.