Alex quickly grabbed the end of Syra's rope and tied it to a handy ring set in the wall. He peered over the edge of the pit, unaware he was contradicting the limits of the game engine and powering game development into the next generation.
The feeble light from Zed's torch illuminated the sorry bunch. They were all in a heap, some slightly more conscious than others. Underneath the pile, Alex could just make out Leif's armour and what looked like the stump of a leg. "Come on you lot, stop farting about" he said with a new found confidence. "Grab the rope and pull yourselves up. And don't forget Leif, the poor bugger!"
One by one they managed to climb out of the pit. Stamm was last and followed Syra up the rope, spending the entire climb looking up her skirt, unaware that Leif had been left behind. Again.
Alex shouted at him "I said don't forget Leif!". Stamm glared at him, but eager not to get in a fight so early on, climbed back down, threw Leif's limp body over his shoulder and climbed back up the rope.
With all the team gathered, Stamm clambered over the edge and gingerly laid Leif on the hard cobbles. Leif stirred and looked up at them all. He pulled himself up straighter and managed to speak before falling into a deep sleep: "Bally thing took my foot for his lunch!". With Leif now comatose from his ordeal, Mophus took the opportunity to cast some healing, despite not having found the runes yet, and healed Leif's foot rather well. He didn't have the energy to do much more than stop the bleeding, but he was fairly sure a new foot would grow back in time. Fairly.
The group rested and after a while decided it was best to press on. Leif was carried between Hissssa and Daroou who took turns making jokes about walking sticks.
Now go to 16.