"If you hadn't been here everything would have been fine!" Ithel is shouting now. "I'd have the book! It'd be like my gran wants! And now she's blaming me!" He lunges for Inric, fists clenched. "When it's all your fault!" Inric side-steps, turning out of the way of the clumsy punch, and Ithel plunges past. Unable to stop himself, he ploughs into the wood of the flimsy rail, which promptly cracks under the impact. His fall is broken by a large awning which had been shielding a fruit stall. Inric eyes him from the cliff top.
"It wouldn't help anyway," he says in Eldarin as the air starts to shimmer around him.