Sighing in relief as the last of the vines fell away without any further attacks, Lerrok turned to leave. He was naturally a little surprised when the first thing he saw was a number of small, furry rodents running at him and darting about his feet. "What are you-?" The man stumbled back a bit, more in astonishment than any physical obstruction. His right foot came down behind him, but half of it was left in the air.
It took him just an instant too long to realize what was going on, and his left foot was in the air before him could stop himself. Lerrok teetered over the edge for a moment, and it looked as if he'd be able to regain his balance. Before he could regain his footing, however, the dirt beneath his foot gave way and he tumbled into the hole.
Lerrok grimaced and rolled over, getting slowly to his feet. "Those are some industrious friends of yours, I'll give them that." He peered around, looking for an easy way out. He knew he had to hurry; it wouldn't take too long for her to find something unpleasant to drop in there with him. The hole looked too step to just trudge out of, and was largely without good hand or footholds. He certainly couldn't just jump it.
He circled the hole for a moment or two before he had an idea. First, he took a hold of his pack and tossed it out of the hole- he didn't need the extra weight. Then, he drew his sword and dagger, holding them both in reverse. He stepped back to the opposite wall and sprung forward, darting up the side as quickly as he could. He stuck his blades into the side for a small boost of extra momentum and to stop himself from falling back, and within a few seconds he was out, panting for breath. His hair was coated with dirt and his clothes were muddy, but that was hardly out of the norm for him.