Rashana and Saravena both make their way back to the rest of the group who are making their way around the large body of water.

" So, did you boys and girls find anything fun?"

"Just what I said before, a flaming skull floating over some billow like thing" He hands her a part of the rope. once ready he heads towards the northwest entrance looking for danger as he goes. Perception 6 😐

Saravena looks back in the direction of the described flaming skull but nethertheless grabs the rope and marches forward.

Perception- 11

Though a touch confused how Saravena slipped under the radar... no, he was more than a touch confused, and had spent the better half of the wait for her retrieval pondering the matter while absent-minded confirming the integrity about the rope both about his waist and where it might link back to another. "Hm?! Ah! There you are! Good. Make sure to tie that end about your waist, not just hold on to it Saravena!" He'd say (or call, as might be appropriate from the booming waves). "Nice and tight! Can't have you slipping over the edge now, least we forget about'cha again!" He laughed, though the sound of it would be drowned out be a convenient crashing of the waves below.

Once he saw everyone -- EVERYONE was secured, or as secured as they were going to be, Tagret led the way along the ledge with at least one hand on the wall and the other holding a torch until they arrived on the otherside.

(OOC: Tagret is relying on his passive for picking up any dangers or etc along the way)

After everyone safely makes it across the lege, they find themselves quickly walking down a passage. This passageway is barely four feet high and is obstructed by rounded boulders and pebbles. It might have been a streambed, though no water flows here now.

" Bit....cramped...", Saravena mutters, bent almost double.

Tagret snorts. "More than cramped. This sucks. But-" He grumbles for a bit. "Still beats dealing with the burning dead head. C'mon. Let's get through as quick as can." He insists, as the goliath, forgetting int he moment to deal with the rope, practically goes down on all fours just so he could navigate through the stream tunnel without seriously leaving himself with just the work back pains trying to crouch walk down it. A task easier said then done for him given the torch yet in hand, but stubbornly he kept a hold of his, if but to better see the path ahead of him.

"I agree this does suck, I guess if we crawl" Misha rolls his eyes, continuing forward crawling if necessary and moving rocks if needed "But, lets be quiet." praying, that no cave in, happens.

Saravena gets down on all fours and follows, " You know, Tagret. Your much more attractive from this angle."

The group squeezes through the old streambed for ninety feet until they reach the other end. At the other end, the group finds a cavern. A wide rift fills the eastern half of the cavern. A stream pours out of the west wall, then tumbles down into the rift and flows out again to the north. Several ropes are secured to iron stakes along the western edge of the rift, leading down to the chasm floor.

Tagret nearly let out a hearty chuckle, but by some miracle managed to wrestle down the urge. But even so, he couldn't fully resist a few more stifled ones from escaping as he puts that little bit of a sway to his hips in more a comical gesture than anything. Eventually, the group finally reach the end of the stream bead, and after spending a few moments straining his eyes in trying to see past even the limits of his lights, Tagret looked back grinning over his shoulder. "Well what do you know. Seems we're close to company." He expresses quietly, before proceeding to shuffle around a bit so he could start scaling down into the chasm floor.

Though in noting the rope still about his waist(assuming noone reminded him or took care to remove it), he'd take note of it, snort, and then after quickly undoing it at that point, drops his torch down into it before promptly following after it.

-Climbing: 25.(19)
(If Needed)

Saravena headed across to the stream to take a drink and wash the dust from her face.

(Perception 21 in game log) Using the rope to lower himself down, Misha suppresses a sigh as he tries to quietly merge into the cavern, he presses a finger to his lips in a shush gesture revealing his young face despite his white hair. 

While doing so he looks for danger.

With Misha checking the area before climbing down, he spots three bugbears at the bottom of the rift. Two are busy working away clearing rock on the rift floor, whilst the third stands guard on the other side of the rift. Although, out of boredom he is mostly watching the other two bugbears working. Nearby a male drow sitting down on some steps.

For the time being, none of the four have noticed the group arriving through the stream bed on the other side of the rift.

Misha warns Saravena with a message spell of the threat, and then whispers to Rashana and Tagret "I'm not moving forward cause of the enemies nearby, 3 bugbears in this chasm, digging, and a drow keeping watch on a ledge above, any suggestions?"

Saravena freezes in place then moves carefully back towards the others...

correction I don't have the message spell, so if Rashana would contact her please.

 Tagret halts his decent and at least pretends to look thoughtful, before giving Misha's rough position a wide smile. "I say you lot with magic kill the drow quick as a drip while I drop down and knocks some skulls in the crevice. Easy squeezy." He whispered confidently over to the group. "Some of the buggies might try to flee up those robes, but that's an easy fix. Just make sure the drow doesn't get away."