That clanging was still RINGING in his ears, and Vickers gripped the side of his head. That sound made him wish he was deaf on both ears. He tried to feel the inside of the pot and realized there was as rock inside rolling about at the bottom. Well at least theres something he got from this grief.

He slowly made his way across the pitch, wincing and flinching as stones fell and flew back to the sky. Just when he cleared out of someone’s robes his pot was ringing again.

Did he unwittingly catch another stone?