Zaccar had been admiring the sky for a short while, not really paying attention to the conversation at hand when he noticed something on the tower ledge that was just above the courtyard, about three floors up. There was someone on it."Hey not to bother this heart felt chat but isn't that Flint on that ledge?" he asked using keen eyesight to see the clothes that matched what Flint was wearing.
"What the heck is he doing?" Lucatiel asked ",I mean that's adventurous but it's also suicidal unless he can fly."