Ferrin hesitated at that. He looked over at the Gallion nearby to see what his actual response would be. He supposed it couldn't hurt. And he definitely didn't want to doubt what the Gallion could do right in front of him. But he'd certainly feel more comfortable if he went instead.... But then again, perhaps there was more to it than that. Heck, for all he knew, the Gallion's sense of smell could be pretty important down there. He let out a sigh.

"Alright, you can send Wyler down there if he wants to go," Ferrin replied. "But I'm gonna move the table and rug and see if I can't get down there from the ladder too. Then I'll help him out." 

With that, Ferrin didn't wait for the others to respond. He simply moved toward the table, checking to make sure it wasn't bolted to the floor or anything before he would then attempt to grab at the table, ready to move it aside. However, he paused when he realized the final drink was still sitting on the table.

"Hey...someone want to hold this for me?" Ferrin asked as he grabbed the cup, moving to pass it off to whoever was closer. "We might still want this one, so maybe I shouldn't risk spilling it onto the floor or something. I'm just...not eager to drink it right this second." And then, once somebody else would take the cup, he would resume trying to move the table, and if he was successful, would then try to throw the rug back as well, looking for a more reliable way down.