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Explorer
Rurik waits anxiously below the crevass for an entire ten seconds. Then, gingerly, he sets his pack down and grabs the grappling hook sticking out of it. Finding also a length of rope, Rurik attaches the two pieces with a tight knot, and hands the hook end to Thurgan.
"You wouldn't mind attaching that somewhere sturdy, would you, Thurgan? That gives the others who cannot climb a way to follow you up, should you need the assistance." Rurik posits to Thurgan in court dwarven, a standard, neutral dialect.
As Thurgan and Aranel make their way up [you rolling Climb checks for everyone, Uriel?], Rurik stands ready, axe in belt, then follows them, eyes up the wall to dodge falling objects.
"You wouldn't mind attaching that somewhere sturdy, would you, Thurgan? That gives the others who cannot climb a way to follow you up, should you need the assistance." Rurik posits to Thurgan in court dwarven, a standard, neutral dialect.
As Thurgan and Aranel make their way up [you rolling Climb checks for everyone, Uriel?], Rurik stands ready, axe in belt, then follows them, eyes up the wall to dodge falling objects.