Much slower than Ethemon and Astarion, who were still drifting lazily through the air with the aid of Feather Fall and taking the opportunity to observe the surroundings as specks of light flickered into view, the backpack dropped straight down from above fell at a much faster speed.
Astarion, who was still clinging to Ethemon while curiously taking in the deep, gloomy underground environment and chatting casually, remarked, "I thought I was already used to the gloomy feeling of crypts, but this is completely different. That... wonderful feeling is actually rather pleasant. Huh? Was that something that just fell past?" Even with his exceptional eyesight, he only caught a glimpse of a dark blur zipping past their heads in the span of a second before vanishing instantly.
Ethemon was quick-witted, casting Feather Fall on the dark object. Watching it begin to sway back and forth like a feather, he breathed a sigh of relief. "It's our backpack. Gale and the others must have thrown it down. We can just head directly in that direction once we land. It's good news that we don't have to worry about supplies."
Chapter 66