"You know full well I could not climb out that well without help," retorts Antares with a bothered frown. Ropes have been his nemesis ever since- Since time immemorial... The elf is only slightly ruffled this time though: Bosco has been in a bad mood ever since they went against him yesterday, and will likely continue to be until he finds something shiny (the beggar outfit this morning was rather telling in that department...). "But in truth a well made notice or placard could, in future, be a boon to our Company's reputation, don't you think? To let people know that we are down here - or out there - at work on their behalf...?" He looks back, spotting nothing that had not been there before <I assume?>, and therefore continued to gingerly follow Stellan down the side-passage. "Maybe with heraldry?"