“Ya dead?” Basil asked with a snicker as he pulled the rope back to him.

“...No.” Touya wheezed as he sat up. “I said not to aim for my face.”

“Sorry. I misunderstood.”

“Sure you did,” Touya shook his head as he crawled back over to the hole. He peeked down carefully to make sure that if the blond was planning another assault he could get away in time. To his delight, he spotted Basil was tying the rope around his magically enchanted bag, or bag that held magically enchanted items so everything could fit – either way, this one might work. “Giving it some weight?” he called down.

“Yeah. It should be easier to direct.” Basil paused. “Hopefully.”