"After 200 years, I'd better know how to tie a durned rope," Koregar said as he grabbed the rope and began weaving it around the coffin, using the pitons and the sides of the coffin as leverage.
The creature's hollering and banging was shaking the nails, Koregar could see, and that wasn't good. It'd get out of here soon if it kept that up.
"Quit yer bellyaching!" Koregar yelled out to the creature, banging on the lid, "Or I'll give ye somethin' to cry about!"
He turned to the others, "What are ye waitin' fer? A written invitation? Let's get out o' this death trap!" and then he bustled towards the door.