Unsteadily, he tried to make his way across the narrowing ridge. A stone gave way under him. He thrashed, swinging his arms to grasp a nearby tree, his legs wobbling a bit from the loose rocks. Clinging to the bark, and trying not to put much weight on the ground, he tried to look back, realizing he couldn't possibly make it across. He blinked and slowly began to turn, eyes wide and cautious, but one wrong move sent him sliding down the story-high cliff. He yelled and kicked, trying to stop himself, but it was no use. With a huge splash, he was thrown into the water and hit his head on a rock, knocking him unconscious.
He awoke on the ground, sopping wet. He must have not been out long. Slowly, he sat up and looked around. It was dark, except for the glow of the moon which gave off enough light for him to see fairly clearly. The man was in a small clearing by the lake, surrounded by trees. The ground was padded with a thick layer of short, green grass.
"Are you okay?"
Anonymous jumped and almost fell back down. He looked up at his company. It was 40%, bent over him, looking at him curiously, perhaps concernedly, and soaking wet as well. Anonymous smiled. "40%! Ah..."
"That's fine. Just stay here for a little bit longer. You should take your clothes off and hang them up to dry. You can use my cloak if you get cold. I'll be back in a few minutes," he said calmly, then stood and turned to leave.