Elta was still sort of groggy headed , feeling weakened and generally weakened by her time in captivity.  She follows along silently, just 'going through the motions' more then anything.<br/>She stops when they reach the room of doors, raising a brow as the warrior falls downwards, but then sensing relief as they look down to see the womans alright.  She grins when the elf thinks ahead to use the rope. Soon after she pokes her head through the doorway, noticing that perhaps the rope would be able to reach other doorways.<br/>She speaks in a raspy voice, her orange stained locks swaying into door way of the room, a stark contrast to the darkness<span style="color: orange"><b>"Um..Whats down there!? Should..the rest of us perhaps head down another door? Split our efforts?!"</b></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>