Tzadkiel could not call up his dancing sword which fell to the ground, as in the mad spin his connection to the blade had been severed. So he was forced fly down far distance to the ground to pick it up before he could proceed. Tzadkiel flied fast as he could to the River of Styx in this layer, he came upon the darkwooden build shore dock on the place. River was normal, waters pitch black and not stirring at all in surface. But he knows underneath the calm facade the rivers has powerful unpredictable currents which spin boats madly if your not attuned to the flow. Also that despite calm dark look the waters are most dangerous in plane; as even merest brief touch erases all identity you have about self and loose memory and over time your powers as well until you fall into bottom of the river as lifeless husk. Despite lethalness, you cannot harness this power onto any vials or mugs which have collected the water; magic remaining only intact if it's part of river itself.<br/><br/>There was mild mist in the shore and in the river, no ferrymen on sight! But Tzadkiel heard the celestials are hot in heels on him but then he sees something....a pale red light in deep in the mist. The form light reveals is humanoid standing on somekind of boat. A medium sized humanoid who uses a long pole drag the boat onward in the river! Marraenloth; a ferryman is here! But angels would be up to Tzadkiel's hide far before boat gets here in time!