"Everyone stay still!" The elf cried weakly. "There maybe other traps! I will survive, though I have a nasty cut on my forehead where I hit the wall on the way down."
His companions could hear the scufflings of Malmir moving around in the darkness of the pit as he pulled himself to his feet.
"I am about 12 feet down. I can reach up about halfway with my arms outstretched. Any ideas about how to get me out? Also, be alert for any guests. The noise of my incompetance may bring us some unwanted company!"
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