Jasher was sitting on the balls of his feet, in a secluded corner of the Tower. A small shrine was made in front of him. It bore the Hunter symbol, and a broken knife was laying on the ground. A few Orbs of Light were on the ground, too. What looked like a giant bug was beside the knife. It was more of a dried out husk, actually. He stood and picked up the knife, walking to the edge of the platform. Jasher held his hand out and let it fall. "Goodbye, old friend..." ((Open))