[Good news, here they are. Zulf undoes the skirt around his waist, shimmeying out of it. Yes, he's wearing pants beneath, and yes, he has been dying of heat out here, but that's just the life he's chosen to lead.]
We can't tell. One of us- ugh- [He grimaces.] One of us has to go into the well.
[And that person is apparently Zulf, as he gets a firm hold of the rope and peers down into the well. Also, he'll take that bucket with him, just in case. It'll be handy.]
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We can't tell. One of us- ugh- [He grimaces.] One of us has to go into the well.
[And that person is apparently Zulf, as he gets a firm hold of the rope and peers down into the well. Also, he'll take that bucket with him, just in case. It'll be handy.]
Tell me when you're ready....