Elentari and Aravorn were still at the front of the line, when they heard a loud noise coming up from behind them. The Elf initially turned around with anger in her eyes, supposing that several members of the company had foolishly broken their silence. But it was quickly apparent that something had happened.
An urgent voice ring out above the din, "Ewinda! She's fallen into the pit. We need help."
Almost instantly, Aravorn turned his horse about and pulled a rope from his saddlebag, "I feared we might be needing this." He slowly unwound the rope and lowered it down, then turned around and urged the others to help, "You there, take the end and start pulling, but very slowly. We don't know if she's hurt. I'll lay by the edge of the pit and try and help her up once she gets in reach of my hand."
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