Carla
"Oh no"

*Aria responded in a rather monotone way to the boy falling from the ceiling. He summbled to get to his feet but seeing Yakaiyo use her healing magic he would stop at standing. He stood there deep in thought trying to piece together meaning from Fithoras' babbling.*
Cathy
The party enters a room that is 40 'wide and circular.There is a ledge that goes around the room and it is only 5' wide.In the middle of the room is a 7 'circular ledge with a 20' tall cylindrical pillar that is slightly smaller in width than the ledge it is currently on.It doesn't appear the pillar is affixed to the ledge and is merely standing on top of it.

Around the, they would notice a bandit's skeleton laying on the floor, a 50' long rope in it's hand. Sad way to die.
Ramon
"I think we have to get to the center. Using this rope, I think maybe we can pull the pillar towards us, and walk across it to get there."

*Wonder why Yakaiyo said this so quickly? She used to do a lot of sudoku. Like, a lot. And other riddles and mind games. The only problem was getting the rope attached to the pillar.*

*However, she's definitely not strong enough to pull this. Aria's going to have to do it. Hm. Perhaps use the skeleton's bones as a boomerang? It seems a bit far-fetched though...*
Carla
*Looking up and down the room Aria would take a moment to respond.*

"Maybe. How do make rope go up?"

*Ariavata was not actually all that strong when it came to throwing and hitting things. He was just very durable and good at healing. *
Ann
The youth with an overgrown ponytail still had yet to recover from his plummet into their presence, though Yakaiyos' magics had eased the process there would be repercussions for his folly. A lesson which had been imprinted into his aching skull he would hesitate to even think upon his lonesome it was foolish to display disbelief toward the red hearing stapled toward the wall, he knew from a strategy game he once often played with his elder brother sometimes the simplest victory could be a farce. Even so the only time the lad ever quite one a game was through sheer luck or his brother granted him some form of mercy strategy patience these forms of things didn't quite apply toward Fithoras' energetic mind. He had difficulty sitting still it took falling from several floors to even still a constant river of motion, though such a board game didn't apply here instead another seemed to trickle toward the macens mind the art of chopping down wood for timber, from sheer experience he too could tell that the pillar set before him seemed a smidge loose.

Fithora still felt rather traumatized from the whole sordid ordeal, he wouldn't raise himself from where he lay and seemed to cling toward Yakaiyo even as she tried to move. He needed someone near after reliving a rather unsavory time within his life, his once boisterous behavior shriveled before his two companions feeling doubt weigh upon his shoulders. "M-mayhaps it t'was foolish to even romp toward this place... Tis far too much to ask thee naught to depart, fore I shall only weigh thee down. B-but I hath promised our

Elder it tis far too late, you shant be bound by mine silly request." His cheeks begun to glow a dim orange feeling embarrassed that he had slowed their progress, doubt had begun to sink into him as the fog cleared from his earlier nonsensical words. However he had something to impart even if he felt the idea would likely only cause his companions further strife. "Worry naught this idea tis naught born of mine own mind... But once ever mine father took us toward thee fields to fell a fattened bark we t'would wrap it behind thee oak like a snug hug. Then two t'would pull in twain from each ropes end." The boy released a small amused giggle recounting what his father had said if they simply tugged upon it from the front of the tree, soon he would mention. "Fore if we tugged in front of thee bark one t'would likely be smushed like an insect beneath thine foot."