Inyrra cursed again. She knew the Glabrezu was right. Eventually he would be freed and it would take what it wanted. She tried hard to ignore the voice in her head screaming for her to simply throw herself at it and stop delaying the inevitable. Taking several steadying breaths, the Tiefling looked to the top of the pit. The railing looked sturdy and it was not that high. Her hand slipped into her bag of holding and took out a length of rope and a grapnel. This was going to be tricky. The pit was not too wide and if the grapnel did not find purchase it could easily ricochet and strike the demon, most likely releasing it from the spell that held it at bay. If they tried to climb and slipped, they could also end up in the creature's grasp.<br/><br/>She saw no other choice though. She looked to Allura. The sweet, young, innocent priestess. She did not realize that she had let out a sound akin to a soft purr as thoughts of all the fun they could have filled her head. She managed to shake it off.<span style="color: indigo"> "Allura, if this goes bad can you cast the spell to keep him at bay again?"</span>She had started to swing the rope, looking very nervous and awaited the priestess' response before she dared to continue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>