"You're - an archer? At what distance can you hit a man-sized target more than three times of four?"

"If it's not moving?" (Why would she be trying to hit something that couldn't even move?) "At five paces I could hit it every time, no problem. At ten or twenty paces I think I'd nearly always hit, unless I got really unlucky. Most of the time the caves are too twisty to line up a shot much further than that."

(If she's telling the truth, she's definitely a better shot than a green recruit, but a veteran archer from the Worldwound would still be better than her.)

"Then you might be a fit party member for a second circle caster if you were forming up into such a group but most likely not higher than that. Survival alone and not success, though, means luck as often as power, so the maze might want a stronger team."

She shoots an I-told-you-so look at Lann.

"Much as I'd love to watch the pair of you squabble like animals, perhaps we should see about sending our arachnoid friend here to the surface for rope?"

"I don't think anyone is going to be in a position to sell her rope until the combat has died down and I don't know how long that might take, but probably with those numbers longer than this."

"Would it work to tie a lot of smaller ropes together?"

"With enough skill at knots."

"We've got some smaller ropes back at the camp. It might be worth a try."

Nod.

Lann is not happy about abandoning the search for the sword or trusting the fate of his tribesmen to a bunch of strangers, but he doesn't actually have an argument against trying this first.

"It's not far, we can show you the way. ...Mind you, I don't know how many people will want to take apart their huts to make a big rope."

So just threaten them until they give in, obviously. "If you can't even get them to help with that you'll never convince them to come up to the surface."

"I guess you're right."

The path to the not-tiefling's camp has: giant piles of rocks! (Lann and Wenduag clear these out of the way; both of them are much stronger than a typical human.) Man-sized spiders! More miscellaneous large bugs!

It doesn't seem like Wenduag was exaggerating her skill. Lann's aim is a little worse than hers, but his shots are faster, and he's excellent at noticing incoming blows just in time to dodge out of the way.

Blai is going to be the frontline combatant in this group and that is OK. He doesn't even feel the need to blow a Divine Favor on any of these; that's worth saving for demons.

The village is significantly poorer than anything Blai has encountered in Cheliax. Some of their huts are barely staying upright, and most of their tools are ceramic or wood rather than metal, though they do seem to have a few metal knives, currently in use gutting overlarge rats and bizarre eyeless fish.

A wrinkled mongrel man looks over their group as they enter. "More uplanders, eh?" he says.

(Other people Blai may find notable are the middle-aged human man standing off to one side, and the mongrel woman wearing a holy symbol of Abadar sitting at a table nearby.)

Camellia's eyes linger on the human man for a moment, but then she looks away.

An Abadaran! He will nod politely at the Abadaran! And at the old mongrel, sure. Is the human going to explain himself, uh, at all.

The human was waiting for them to finish with the chief, but he'll speak up when he notices Blai looking at him. "Horgus Gwerm — no doubt you've heard of me, but it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I fell into the tunnels during Deskari's attack, but it's good to see signs of... civilization. I don't suppose you'd be interested in taking a commission to escort me back to the surface?"

(It doesn't take much familiarity with Mendevian clothing styles to guess that this man is extremely wealthy. He seems to have sustained minor injuries during the fall, though his clothing itself is unharmed.)

The Abadaran waves happily at their group! 

"I'm afraid I don't recognize the name, I'm not local. I believe there is a plan in place to make an exit and I would expect you to get best results from traveling with the group should that prove successful."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "You must be very new indeed not to have heard of House Gwerm! We may not be nearly as prominent as certain families, but we more than make up for it in our patronage of Kenebres's cultural events — the attack on the festival couldn't have happened at a worse time, really—"

Camellia is giving him a Look. 

"The Gwerm family is minor nobility in Kenabres," she clarifies. 

"Noble or not, it's all the same down here," says the wrinkled man who greeted them. "What brings you to our village? I'm afraid we don't have much to offer guests, but we can give you some fish stew once it's cooked..."

"The last time I was in Kenabres I did not learn its nobility, and it was some time ago, I apologize, Lord Gwerm." Back to important things. "I have a Create Food prepared," he offers. "It might not feed the entire village alone but it can supplement what you have.