@nebula1984, I just realized I never wrote a drabble before. ))
It was only by coincidence that they both happened in the same exact ruins…Arkadion being vastly less competent than the other, which was noted by the elezen’s lack of experience that triggered the pitfall in the first place. Hopefully whatever he stuffed into that overpacked bag of his may be useful.
Or not.
Stefan heard a lot of rustling, followed by various items falling down into the pit…including a rope.
“…don’t worry bout a thing sir I’ll get you out of there! …Just stay where you are!–oh wait, you can’t actually really go anywhere. This makes things relatively easier!”
Stefan had just been doing his own thing. Minding his own business. Working with Esper as always. Wouldn’t you know it… Along comes this elezen and now he’s down in a pit trap. Thankfully unhurt other then some bruises.
Esper was staring down at his trapped master, glancing up at Ark on occasion as the man kept searching for a way to undo what he had done. Stefan sighing heavily and putting a hand to his forehead after seeing the rope that had fallen down into the pit with him. Was this man up there really that hopeless?
“What about the rope?” Stefan says as he gives the top of the pit edge a dry look, wishing it was the elezen who trapped him that he was giving that look to. He had picked up the rope but he needed to get the man above to pay attention now.
Spirit of the Warlock 