"Great. I'm over here." She keeps talking so he can find her.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He began to pull the rope out of his bag as he approached her. "Did you fall into a hole?" he questioned, more concerned with getting the knots out of his rope. Disuse hadn't served it well.
"A pit trap, actually. I wasn't paying as close attention as I should've. It's a pretty deep pit, too; made to trap something a lot bigger than me."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
The words were worrying. What kind of creature was it supposed to trap? He finally reached the pit trap. "I have my rope out," he said, peering down into it. "I'll try dropping an end down to you. If it doesn't work, we can tie ours together."
"We'll probably have to." The pit is quite deep, a bit over a hundred feet. Rowan's peering up at him from its depths. "I'd call Shyriik, but she won't fit down here."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He dropped the end down. It was hard to tell how close it was to her, but it certainly hadn't reached the bottom. "How should we go about doing this?" he questioned, staring down at her. "Should I give you my rope, or should you try throwing up yours?"
"Throw it down here, I can shoot an arrow back up with it tied on if I need to."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She ties them together and an arrow comes flying up, landing on the ground next to him. "Tie that to something so I can climb, would you?"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Seeking out the closest tree, he quickly untied the rope and tied it around its trunk. He checked to make sure it was secure. When he saw that it was, he returned to the pit fall. "You can climb up now!" he shouted down.
She starts her way up. It takes her about four minutes to get her way to the top. When she finally pulls herself up, Maahes may notice she's slightly favoring her left wrist.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He took note of which wrist she favored. It wasn't like that information could really come in handy, but it was a fun little fact to learn about someone. He glanced down at his own hands. It didn't quite apply to him. He had always favored his left hand more when taking on a human guise, but then that had been considered bad and he had been forced to switch to his right. Now he had become quite ambidextrous.
She pulls the rope up and unties them, coiling it. "Thanks."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He took his rope back and gave her a smile. "You're welcome."
His attention drifted back to the pit trap. Something about it was bothering him, but he couldn't put his finger on what. He glanced over at it. It was as normal as a pit trap could possibly be. If there was nothing strange about the trap itself, why couldn't he shake the feeling that something was off?
"Oh!" he suddenly cried out. "If that's been there for awhile, something should have fallen in it before you did. But there's nothing down there, and it looks relatively intact for something that should be practically ancient."
She nods. "Yes, and the vegetation used to cover it is fresh."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
