[His glaive catches only briefly, enough to slow his fall and prevent anything more than jolted bones as he finds the bottom; he would likely ache later, but little else. Small mercies, at least.
He turns his face up as she calls.]
I'm...fine. I think. [Heart pounding, but the falling as stopped, though he can hear the sand shifting around him. A moment of listening confirms it's falling against his boots.]
I think the sand is still shifting, the hole might be collapsing.
[Which is...not a pleasant thought, but his tone remains calm. He shifts his grip on his glaive so he can hold it right before the bladed portion with his leather-wrapped hand and holds it as high above him as his generous height can allow him to try and get the other end near the top.]
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He turns his face up as she calls.]
I'm...fine. I think. [Heart pounding, but the falling as stopped, though he can hear the sand shifting around him. A moment of listening confirms it's falling against his boots.]
I think the sand is still shifting, the hole might be collapsing.
[Which is...not a pleasant thought, but his tone remains calm. He shifts his grip on his glaive so he can hold it right before the bladed portion with his leather-wrapped hand and holds it as high above him as his generous height can allow him to try and get the other end near the top.]
Can you reach this safely?