One of the many many facets of Nirn that would be utterly terrifying if Jim knew even a little bit of how they worked. It's no small wonder why Stratos needs to double-check he's where he thinks he is considering he was briefly looking out over the Province to find his way. Or why he doesn't really argue with Jim's plan for getting down.

The rope will tumble down into a pile well before Jim does. The captain checks to make sure all's clear before signalling to Stratos and putting a whole lot of faith into the battlemage's alteration skills as he inches his way around to a clear drop to the ground and jumps.

Now Jim's prepared to tuck forward and roll either way to lessen the impact on his body if this doesn't work but he can feel himself slowing down as though an invisible net has grabbed hold of him well before his feet touch the ground. It leaves him in quiet fascination on hand and knee in the leaf litter for a second or two. Blue eyes wide with wonder when he turns his face upward to grin at Stratos.

Magic. So unbelievably useful.

Jim scrambles to his feet, dusting himself off and holding in the chuckle that threatens to escape. Try not to be so obviously impressed by every show of magic you see, Kirk. It very much would mark him as a tourist. Not an oft-heard of entity on Nirn and almost never friendly.

"So, where to next?" That was still unbelievably fun and Jim's not really able to hide his glee from showing on his face.