Inexplicably, Lazar's reply raises the hairs on Jayce's arms, striking clean and deep in a way Jayce is sure wasn't intentional. He stares at Lazar's figure, but of course--

How could he defy such an effortless summon?

Rubbing his arm, he lopes after him. Rubble trickles down stone, skitters off the edge into the sand below. "Something good or--?"