Jarod was sore after being beat with saps, seems four to one odds weren't workable, maybe if the other two had helped it could have turned out differently; But the opponents had weapons while the rest of them that woke were unarmed and disoriented; Thankfully the men had forgotten to gag him and out here his<em>'light'</em>wasn't noticeable or had already faded; Last thing he wanted was a mouthful of sweaty dirty cloth and the ugly taste that went with it.<br/><br/>The task of climbing ropes didn't suit him well, he wasn't used to anything like this, sure he did it a few times but it wasn't something he did that much, more as a child than as an adult. He was horrible at climbing, and his smaller size he knew it was probably him or his kin that would be getting lashed. Jarod didn't want to get lashed, but neither did he want to hear screams of pain from another gnome, or anyone for that matter.<br/><br/>Rushing things wouldn't work, sore spots and aches made his hands a little shaky, no he would just do the best he could as carefully as he could. (<em>For simplicity since success is less than 50% for Jarod, taking 10 on them all; so 12 rounds/checks total, certainly hope he doesn't get lashed...</em>)