Garret's brown leather silluete soon descended upon Max. He did not have a hand on the bean stalk but on a set of ropes attached to his belt. his feet firmly planted into the sprout of colassal proportions.<br/><br/>"Need anymore help...I don't know your name miss...either of them", he said politely but honestly. He had a nice demeanor for a guy with a pretty big damn crossbow. Though he smiled earnestly, his visage was of the Old spanish Inquisition, with the obvious swap of a brown leather trenchcoat and hat in place of the crimson robes.<br/><br/>"This rope could provide you with handholds, unless your fall is making the climb to hard on you. I'm will to assist in anyway I can, provided you want more assistance", he says calmly and with an open hand.<br/><br/>Should the drow accept his help, Garret has a few options, to allow her to climb ahead of him and use his rope for additionaly leverage. Or, he could climb ahead and spot her good handholds and footings. If pressed though, he could probably tie her to him to climb up with him.<br/><br/>While waiting on her decision, he surveys the party, assessing their condition.<br/><br/>((ooc))<br/><br/>Taking a ten on the climb check which will result in a 16.