"You can feel free to explain that to the next paladin we meet."

He is not quite entirely dead weight, but uh. Yeah he will need much help, he is extremely not okay.

Right up ahead, there is: a paladin. 

Also a woman trapped by the leg under a bunch of rock. "Holy mother of..." she hisses, and then a number of very locally colorful words. 

"Hey! Hey! Stay with me," the paladin says. "You actually got pretty lucky, you fell down into a black hole, but at least you're not on your own, you've got a great companion...everything's going to be just fine...tell me something: can you feel your legs?"

The other woman grunts in pain. "I feel 'em all right, wouldn't say no to a little less feelin' in 'em...my ankle's killing me. But my back seems to still be in one piece. My head, too." 

"That's all that matters. Now, we're going to--hey!" she calls, as she spots the approaching pair in the dim light coming through the crack in the cavern ceiling. 

"Hi. Need some help?"

Ha.

He doesn't actually laugh, because this is not a laughing matter, but damn if someone doesn't have a sense of humor.

"Looks like that's probably leverage-able, from, uh...." he waves vaguely with his shortsword towards a part of the rock. "thereish."

She squints at the rock. "Thanks. How badly are you hurt?" 

"Is it okay if I put you down for a minute?" 

"Absolutely. Next to the rock, please, bet I can set up something clever with my oversized toothpick." This directed, he gets to answering the paladin's question: "Ehhn. Moving hasn't been happening, but nothing's broken and I'm stable, so. Not the worst one here."

She sets him down and attempts to help him lever rocks out of the way, since the two of them are the ones who can reliably see. 

"You're the one Terendelev healed, right?" the paladin asks, after examining her face a little longer. 

Lucea nods grimly. "Yeah. I'm grateful, but--" she shakes her head. "It just seems so small, considering." 

"That's no way of looking at it. You're here getting rocks out of the way! You couldn't do that if you were still bleeding out while the square was being attacked." 

"...Yeah." Lucea smiles a little. "I'm Lucea." 

"Seelah," the paladin says. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but..." 

"Please do not drop rocks on me to be polite," the trapped woman grouses. 

"Veron," says the apparent human who nonetheless clearly has darkvision. His shortsword gets itself a little bit bent in the process, but rocks are in fact leveraged off of the trapped woman.

He then immediately starts assessing the injury. "Mm. Broken. Not the worst, not the best. Lucea, you any good at setting bones?"

"I have the ability to tie knots and am aware that bones ought to be straight. I have never actually had to do it. If anyone needs a baby delivered I'll be first in line to help!" 

Seelah snorts so hard she has to stop and steady the rock she's lifting lest she accidentally drop it. "I don't think we're going to run into that problem any time soon." 

"I certainly hope not," says the trapped woman, weak amusement breaking through the pain. "...I'm Anevia." 

"'Kay. Don't worry, I'll get it. But we should save healing magic for after someone better at it checks my work. Don't want it to heal wrong, that makes it worse for everyone." He reaches for something at his hip which is... definitely not there, and sighs. "... Right, uh. Straight solid things and something to tie knots with? If there are any of those around?"

Is he going to have to take his shirt off? To tear for fabric for a splint? He feels naked enough already, he doesn't want to also take his shirt off.

"Gimme your shitty sword." Her clothes are sufficiently layered that she can lose a few inches off the outermost garment without any real decrease in modesty, and in shitty enough condition that she feels no great loss in damaging them further. 

Shitty sword is handed over! Hooray, he gets to keep what little clothes he has on.

She finds some places where her clothes aren't so tattered as to be useless for bandages and slices them off, Prestidigitating them clean before handing them over. 

There's a bit of rubble of a food stall that also fell from above; it can be taken apart without too much trouble to get straight bits of wood to make a splint.

"Sorry about this," he says to Anevia, and then he gets to the grim and painful work of setting her ankle. He's efficient and clearly some degree of practiced at this sort of thing; it's neatly splinted in almost record time. "Don't think I got it perfect, ankles are fiddly, so avoid healing magic if you can, 'til someone better looks at it."

"Great," she grimaces. "Well, I'll hobble my way out of here somehow...the city is only thirty paces away, after all." Sigh. "Straight up. We're going to have to take the long way." 

"Well," Seelah says, "there's four of us, with five working legs, four sets of good hands, three clear heads, and one made of wood--that's mine," she winks, "Underground monsters beware! I'll take point." 

“I can be your eyes, if you don’t mind half carrying me. Right’s your sword arm?”

"I should probably keep carrying you, it's been working so far and I only need one hand to cast." 

"I don't mind being unceremoniously dropped," he says with a shrug. "And we're the two that can see, yeah? So we should have two perspectives for falling rocks and ambushes and the like."

"Alrighty then." 

Since Seelah, with Veron half on her shoulder, is in front, he'll see the half-broken chest amongst fallen rocks first. 

He points it out, of course. Ordinarily he'd also offer to get it open, but it doesn't look like it needs that kind of thing, being half-broken, and besides. He doesn't even have thieves' tools on him. A travesty, truly.

The thing is not only half-broken, it wasn't even originally locked. The lock is not one of the broken parts and the lid opens smoothly. 

The chest contains: 

(1) crossbow

(1) dagger

(2) everburning torches

(1) spear

(1) longsword

(1) flail

and (1) cloak of resistance. 

"Jackpot," Lucea breathes, then looks around the group assessingly and gives the cloak to Seelah. 

It is only comparatively a jackpot, and a much smaller jackpot than would be available if Veron were able to message home and ask for his backup-backup gear. But he cannot, so: yep, jackpot. Wish there were some thieves' tools, though.

... Oh, Lucea uses a scythe and he had a perfectly good opportunity to maybe steal one for her up above, didn't he. And he didn't even try for it. Granted, he had other things on his mind at the time and is hardly running at 100%, and didn't know he'd be grouping up with someone with proficiency, but still. Damn. Silly rogue, for not at least trying to steal everything not nailed down. In his defense, he stole the very important bits.

"I'll have the dagger, please," he says, regardless of these thoughts.

"Sure." 

She'll take the crossbow, then, and the spear--she's not great with a spear, but it's pretty simple, pointy end goes in enemy, and you aren't going to maybe hurt yourself with it like you are a sword. The torches can also stay out, for Anevia and Seelah's benefit, and then she takes off her outermost layer to wrap the remaining weapons in as a makeshift pack. 

Veron misses his bag of holding. Also having stuff in general. That was nice.

Anyway, onwards!