The animated elf smiles broadly at Kermis. By now, even he'd picked up on the meaning of the barbarian's thumping-the-chest gesture.
Thumping his own chest likewise, he says to the big man, in his own best big barbarian voice (which is to say, more of a little barbarian), "HAHA! KERMIS AND AAZWEN BIG FRIENDS!"
At Valan's voice behind his shoulder, Aazwen spins and faces him. "Rope? I have rope. Let me check..." He almost starts the spinning process again, but fortunately, notices the section of rope Merlis had lifted up onto his shoulder. He points to it, saying, "See? Told ya I had rope. *ch* 50' whole foots of it, good ol' solid ropish rope." He leans in toward Valan's ear and says in a decidedly conspiratorial whisper, "Don't tell anyone else, but...I hear it's good for climbing. Shhh." As he pulls away he mimes a 'turning key to lock his mouth and tossing the key away' gesture to emphasize the critical importance of keeping that secret between the two of them.
Now it was Robert Dez' turn to be addressed. Lucky boy.
Aazwen assumes a very pensive stance, one foot up on a chair seat, elbow on knee, chin in hand. A professorial voice emanates from the thinker's pose, "Hmmm...yes...yes, I do believe it may behoove us to acquire, hmm...perhaps some pitons to aid our descent, just in case, you know. Our brawny compatriot, Kermis, could, of course, help regulate the sway and spring of those dangling from the rope as they make their way down. That should reduce the chance of dangerous slippage. I would imagine one of our fine arcanistically inclined members could provide clean, cool light. Much else? If said 'hole in the ground' is but a repository location for the deceased bandit's ill-gotten goods, then we should have little else to concern ourselves with." Strains of ominous music would be appropriate here.
He stands and regards Merlis again. "And you said you had the spark of the diviner within you? Well, that should prove quite handy, indeed. Always beneficial to have the knowledge at hand earlier rather than later."
Aazwen takes a step backward toward a spot where there probably should have been a chair, but in assuming his cogitating pose, he'd moved it a bit to one side. As result, the briefly lucid green-and-brown haired elf ends up sitting in mid-air for just a moment before hitting the floor. Once there, he makes no reaction to the situation, and simply smiles, wide-eyed and half-agape.