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Damn, he was hoping for more information than that as a thank you for unintentionally not hurting her baby girl.... He nods to Barennd in agreement towards the unsatisfaction.

He turns to Raishe and repeats his phrase about the keep being haunted, before then repeating Raishe's own Healing Word. Not being that much of a bird of faith nothing happens as expected, but it did serve to communicate that Pageflap was wondering if Raishe's holy power would help if there turned out to be any truth to this haunting.

"The sinkhole," he adds, in case Raishe would rather do that first.

Hm, I have witnessed undead, but never hauntings, Pageflap. I have no problem in seeking what this "hanting" is all about. I'd assist you all in any way I could. Perhaps we should put it to a vote?

Kit, his spirits lifted tremendously since the rousing performance of the previous evening, has been growing more tight-lipped the farther into these heat-soaked caverns the group has delved. When they reach the dark sinkhole, he peers over the edge as four glowing lights appear around his head. The bright globes move slowly about each other as they descend into the cavern. Can someone tell me why we're doing this instead of just moving on?

Well kit, it seems like something to do. Plus they attacked our friend Pageflap. I for one think we should investigate these slugs.
I'm inclined to think we should use our ropes anchored to the wooden stair to spelunk our way down. It doesn't seem super clear how far we should go though maybe we can estimate the depth if we throw a rock down and see how long it takes to make a sound? Perhaps our ropes toed together will make a long enough line for us to descend down and come back up? Pending how long we estimate the drop to be?

As we are a team and all would you boys mind sharing their rope? Between all of our rope and the pitons and hammer I have in my pack I think we can make our way safely into the hole and, more importantly, it should give us a pretty good way back up.

Pageflap kicks a rock down the hole and counts the seconds it takes to reach the bottom. Afterwards, he takes out his rope and ties it to the foundation of the wooden stairs. To add on to Barennd's explanation of why they are doing this, he vocalizes the sound of coins falling into a bag, maybe they can get more free stuff out of this?

Kit looks at Barendd. Then he leans over and looks sideways down the hole. Then back to Barendd. He points his finger at his chest. You expect me to climb down there? he asks, pointing at the hole.

Honestly I don't expect it. The offer is there for you though. I suppose the alternative is to stay here. Alone. With just your imagination and the sounds that we make while we do whatever down there. I mean it makes sense to leave someone here for whatever may come up that isn't us. Barendd knew that Kit wasn't in this journey for the adventure, and honestly thought that Kit going down the hole wouldn't be something he would necessarily enjoy, but with the weird feelings that the Inn seemed to be giving everyone he honestly felt Kit would be best with the group. Perhaps reverse psychology would work. His days as an enforcer taught him it was easier for people to change their mind than it was to change it for them.

Iman crouches down and picks up a pile of dirt and rubs it around his hands to help his grip of the rope for the journey down.

Well, shall we?he asks as he ties his share of the rope too the others.

Huh, a door with no way to open it? Barendd takes out one of his hand axes and half heatedly knocks on the door with the blunt end of his axe.

Curious, before we go one way or another I'd like to look more into this door. See if there's a lock to pick, or if I might be able to pry it open with my crowbar. It isn't sold gold, but it's quite ornate and I'd like to know what's behind it.

Kit scoffs at Barendd's obvious attempt to frighten him. Though poor, the townsfolk seem to survive just fine without hurling themselves into the bowels of the earth. I doubt there is aught above to fear worse than that below. As his companions begin the climb down and the sheriff heads back, Kit glances back and forth between the two. Other than the Kenku with his remarkable mimicry, the others are hardly suited to the theater. Even so, their time together on the road and the performances they have helped Kit stage have made them all as dear to him as the troupe he left behind. He has no desire to seek adventure and looks at the retreating back of the sheriff. He has less desire to be thought of as one who would abandon his friends and looks as the last of his companions disappear into the gaping maw of the unknown.

He sighs with a projection designed to reach the back rows, flings his cloak aside with great flourish, and eases himself over the side of the hole.

As Kit lowers himself down the rope, sweat pours off his face, stinging his eyes and soaking his goatee. He is not used to physical exertions of any sort, let alone climbing down a steaming shaft by corded rope. His hands slip and he barks out laughter that borders on hysteria. He closes his eyes and breathes heavily, waiting for the panic to pass. When it doesn't, he realizes this will only end when he is at the bottom. One way or another.

When he gets to the golden door, he begins to take a hand off the rope to touch the shining surface, muttering, Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious gold. He quickly thinks better of it and re-tightens his grip. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls.

By the time he reaches the bottom, Kit is spent. He falls on his back, panting. His hands are red and raw and curled as if they still grip the rope. His voice is rasping and making noises that only barely resemble words.

Glad you decided to join us Kit. Catch your breath as we look about.