Jigano snorted softly at Bastien's 'gallantry,' but forebore further comment in favor of turning the statues. The fact that they did rotate so easily made him pleased to think that he had the right answer. As Bastien turned the final statue the bard looked expectantly at the door and -- nothing happened. Frowning, he had already started to turn back towards the stairs to find something to use as a battering ram, but Bastien's suggestion made it seem like they'd both decided to turn away at the same moment. Waiting a few more seconds would hardly hurt, so Jigano obediently looked back at the hole in the ceiling.
He was unpleasantly surprised to hear the door slide open behind them - and even less so at the cold draft. Again, he silently decried not bringing a rope or lantern, but as Bastien began to walk backwards the bard slanted a wry glance at @Rexanna beside him. "Normally I would say 'ladies first' but since Bastien has already claimed that role, I hope you will permit me to claim 'age before beauty'." With a grin he began to follow the taps of Bastien's footsteps, eyes half-closing so he could listen to the sounds around them and feel the floor beneath his boots. The stones were cracked and uneven and there was debris, so he stepped carefully-- right up until he heard Bastien's yell descending at an unhealthily rapid pace.
"Bastien!" he yelled, starting to turn and then catching himself before his eyes could shift to the door. The splash was at least somewhat reassuring - that might have been enough to save the man, and it had sounded like enough water to soften the fall. But that didn't mean he wasn't hurt, and Jigano immediately started struggling out of his cloak and boots.
"See if you can find someone with a rope or something," he called to @Rexanna, before backing up - far more cautiously - to the open doorway. When his bare heel found open air he took a breath and then dropped--
To a crouch, taking hold of the edge of the floor and lowering himself, trying to find toeholds and then handholds to climb carefully down. If he couldn't find them he would fall, tucking himself into a protective ball and hopefully not landing on the over-confident cult leader.
He was unpleasantly surprised to hear the door slide open behind them - and even less so at the cold draft. Again, he silently decried not bringing a rope or lantern, but as Bastien began to walk backwards the bard slanted a wry glance at @Rexanna beside him. "Normally I would say 'ladies first' but since Bastien has already claimed that role, I hope you will permit me to claim 'age before beauty'." With a grin he began to follow the taps of Bastien's footsteps, eyes half-closing so he could listen to the sounds around them and feel the floor beneath his boots. The stones were cracked and uneven and there was debris, so he stepped carefully-- right up until he heard Bastien's yell descending at an unhealthily rapid pace.
"Bastien!" he yelled, starting to turn and then catching himself before his eyes could shift to the door. The splash was at least somewhat reassuring - that might have been enough to save the man, and it had sounded like enough water to soften the fall. But that didn't mean he wasn't hurt, and Jigano immediately started struggling out of his cloak and boots.
"See if you can find someone with a rope or something," he called to @Rexanna, before backing up - far more cautiously - to the open doorway. When his bare heel found open air he took a breath and then dropped--
To a crouch, taking hold of the edge of the floor and lowering himself, trying to find toeholds and then handholds to climb carefully down. If he couldn't find them he would fall, tucking himself into a protective ball and hopefully not landing on the over-confident cult leader.
