s@squ@tch
First Post
Hedowin, Mage 5, Hp: 21/21
The mage looks quickly at the zealot after he scans the surroundings.
"Where do you think the closest tie-off point for that rope would be?"
As he looks around and only sees the pillars of the portico, he realizes that the rope would not be long enough to reach those and still provide a safe transit down (or up).
"We all need to be down there, else the whelp might get away again!"
The mage quickly thinks of calling an unseen servant, but quickly dismisses the idea, as it would not be able to bear the weight of anyone on the rope.
"Natch." He says to no one in particular, as he paces feverishly while looking down the well.
The mage looks quickly at the zealot after he scans the surroundings.
"Where do you think the closest tie-off point for that rope would be?"
As he looks around and only sees the pillars of the portico, he realizes that the rope would not be long enough to reach those and still provide a safe transit down (or up).
"We all need to be down there, else the whelp might get away again!"
The mage quickly thinks of calling an unseen servant, but quickly dismisses the idea, as it would not be able to bear the weight of anyone on the rope.
"Natch." He says to no one in particular, as he paces feverishly while looking down the well.
