Get the fuck up

Nopenopenope I’m outta here, fuck this, fuck this very much.

You panic and begin pulling snakes off you to stand up. Thankfully they aren’t very strong as you manage to pull them off you without much resistance. Pulling up your pants and standing up, you watch them try to bite at your boots, their fangs failing to pierce the hard leather. A sturdy root from the great oak stick outs from the dirt wall which you use to climb out. Now atop the pit and breathing heavily, Syvella peeks around the tree before running over.

“Iyda are you alright? Where did that pit come from?”

“Dunno, must be a trap o’ some kind. Maybe the orcs or somethin’. Fuck that shit was scary.” You say brushing dirt and mud off your clothing.

“Sheesh, I’m not so sure I could’ve prevented that by watching. Do you still need to go?”

“Eh I’m alright. Pretty sure I pissed on the way down.” Despite the lingering fear you chuckle to yourself. Syvella smiles at your joke. After finding another secure location, you keep guard while she relieves herself. About a minute or so passes, and she returns. The two of you rejoin the main group.