Lanz found himself standing on a fairly big hill, the ground uneven beneath his shoes.
His eyes slowly fluttered open, squinting against the brightness that immediately assaulted them. The very first thing that greeted him was wind. Relentless, freezing, and entirely too smug about its existence.
"Oh, fantastic," he muttered, his voice dripping with the exact enthusiasm of someone about to fail a pop quiz they didn't study for. "Nothing says 'I'm screwed' quite like getting slapped in the face by Mother Nature herself."
The words carried off into the air, as if the atmosphere was eager to spread his complaints far and wide, filling the empty space around him with his own brand of stupidity.
He blinked a few more times, rubbing the corners of his eyes until the blur finally gave up and left.
