As Scrag fell the other could hear him cry as he descended, "Oh Sssssshhhhhhhhhcraaag!" This was followed by a thud and a childish whimper. "Light bad. Floor bad."
"Coin? What coin? Ah! Yes, where did I put it? Ooh, in my pocket.. that torch was a bit more useful I guess.. Here it is.." she replies as she hands the magical coin to John.
She then turns her attention to Scrag and calls for him: "Scraaag? Are you alright??"
"Scrag good," the troll answers in the affirmative as he gets his wits together and angrily takes out his frustration on dirt as he brushes the dust off.
Ooc: it should be noted that Scrag and anyone else with enhanced vision can see that this is no pit, but a simple drop in floor height. All roll a spot or listen, whichever you prefer.