Haldor turned towards his allies.
"Right, as we stand before the mouth of hell itself, there is something that I'd like to say. If we all perish down there, I'd rather not die having you all think of me as a bastard, and so I'd like to set a few things straight here. Thothwick, I'd like to apologise for the little, well it wasn't a misunderstanding, but I regret it all the same. Nyx, I can see that you're a very, forceful, lady, I don't plan in getting in your way anytime soon, ha. It that's all settled, we can get on this buisness."
The nord produced a bottle of smelling salts and some cheap ale from behind his back.
"You see, it's times like these that I'm glad for my ale. Well, ain't much left to do now, who wants to go first?"
Haldor takes a long swig of alcohol and peers down into the depths. After very minor deliberation, the shaman prepares himself for whatever might lie ahead.
"Ah, bloody hell. Hope I don't land on our amphibian friend down there. You're all welcome to some of this stuff once you join me."
He grins, and casually sidesteps over the hole. A loud clattering noise is heard as Haldor disappears from view.