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Moving out of the way of the young man who came towards them, Arinthia couldn't help staring at the holy symbol around his neck. 'And on holy ground too,' thought Arinthia sadly.
At the mention of assistance, Arinthia glanced around, "If there's enough rope to get down I don't mind climbing down and attaching the rope to Mishka. I'll be able to see pretty well down there anyway." volunteered Arinthia, who would be lying if she said she was volunteering for any reason other than to calm her own guilt over being a part of Mishka's death. She didn't blame Dess in the slightest, the same thing could've happened to Mishka when Arinthia popped him in the forehead with the hilt of her dagger.
Managing to cobble together enough rope between them, Arinthia quickly tied it off to the first thing she saw nearby that looked as if it would take both her own weight and later Mishka's. Descending backwards into the well, Arinthia planted both of her feet against one wall while holding the rope with one hand above her and one below, her tail wrapping around the rope though it wouldn't do much if she did fall. As she descended, Arinthia paused occasionally to check how far down she had left to go. The entire time she was thinking about how many people had died so far that she knew about. 'The abbot said it was not without hope,' thought Arinthia to herself as she descended, 'Wonder what he meant by that.'
As she reached the bottom. Arinthia tied the end of the rope around Mishka's waist, looping some of it up around his shoulders and between his legs to form an improvised harness. Arinthia avoided looking at Mishka's face as best as she could. Once she was satisfied with what she'd done, Arinthia tugged on the rope a little. "Going to try climbing back up." called Arinthia, a little nervous of the fact that she was down at the bottom of a well, alone with a dead body that she'd helped kill. Taking a careful hold of the rope, Arinthia planted her feet on the wall and slowly started to climb back up, pulling herself up on the rope and stabilising herself with the rope. Once she was at the top Arinthia climbed out of the well, "He's tied pretty securely, should be able to haul him out." said the rogue with a smile as she held onto the rope, intending to help for what good her slender arms would do.
At the mention of assistance, Arinthia glanced around, "If there's enough rope to get down I don't mind climbing down and attaching the rope to Mishka. I'll be able to see pretty well down there anyway." volunteered Arinthia, who would be lying if she said she was volunteering for any reason other than to calm her own guilt over being a part of Mishka's death. She didn't blame Dess in the slightest, the same thing could've happened to Mishka when Arinthia popped him in the forehead with the hilt of her dagger.
Managing to cobble together enough rope between them, Arinthia quickly tied it off to the first thing she saw nearby that looked as if it would take both her own weight and later Mishka's. Descending backwards into the well, Arinthia planted both of her feet against one wall while holding the rope with one hand above her and one below, her tail wrapping around the rope though it wouldn't do much if she did fall. As she descended, Arinthia paused occasionally to check how far down she had left to go. The entire time she was thinking about how many people had died so far that she knew about. 'The abbot said it was not without hope,' thought Arinthia to herself as she descended, 'Wonder what he meant by that.'
As she reached the bottom. Arinthia tied the end of the rope around Mishka's waist, looping some of it up around his shoulders and between his legs to form an improvised harness. Arinthia avoided looking at Mishka's face as best as she could. Once she was satisfied with what she'd done, Arinthia tugged on the rope a little. "Going to try climbing back up." called Arinthia, a little nervous of the fact that she was down at the bottom of a well, alone with a dead body that she'd helped kill. Taking a careful hold of the rope, Arinthia planted her feet on the wall and slowly started to climb back up, pulling herself up on the rope and stabilising herself with the rope. Once she was at the top Arinthia climbed out of the well, "He's tied pretty securely, should be able to haul him out." said the rogue with a smile as she held onto the rope, intending to help for what good her slender arms would do.