The misstep taken by the priestess was, fortunately for them all, hushed enough by the distraction the dwarfed, scaled vermin seemed huddled about in their chamber of failing light. Brannor's hand reached out to steady the clearly and rightfully reeling young woman as she fought off her injury, with much credit to her resolve and skill so as to not fall into the rest of the trap and do serious harm. The errant man returned it to his side only when she seemed more stable, at least enough so that she was functional and if the moment turned even more sour, at least of the competency to defend herself until her compatriots, to include the moonborne paladin, could mount retribution. They all held after for the moments that came in wake, learning that the enemy stashed the key among... tools of stablemen and tamers? 

What for could anyone ever need such a thing as tools to manage beasts in a cave? Although memory quickly surfaced from just a few nights before that they wrangled draconic hound-like things to serve them and just as easily as the question came, it was dispelled from the huntsman's thoughts. From there he shot the woman one last sidelong glance before minding the gap; it was clear sneaking over it by skirting its points would be much too risky for its own good and the enemy was near, ill prepared at that, playing with the training tools they had crudely cobbled together. It was then the man lifted the sword, fitting both hands to its grip and motioned with his head in the leftmost direction; he did not trust the darkness to the right but his senses, at least for now, said nothing but another pit awaited.

He would leap the small space between to avoid the trap and charge the enemy whenever they were ready to do so. Between the half-blood madman who attempted to mount a dragon and fight it midair and the sylvan sailor who had become all too uncomfortably familiar with his recent choice of deed, the enemy would likely be quickly overwhelmed. The two women could easily, from there, at least in thought, fight with minimal trouble with the trap acting as some amount of insurance between them and the enemy, barring the flighted one. All that remained now was their signal or something unrelated to intervene...

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