"I mean, rope probably never hurt a situation." Looking at the gap between the wall and the nearest tree, he considers the coils of it they have between them. "We could at least make ourselves a lead to follow if it starts twisting around in there," he suggests, nodding at a slim, young tree standing out from the rest.

"Or it could just point someone to our corpses, but, nothing ventured." Swinging his pack down at the entrance, he pulled out the first coil, a nylon rope that had been stored with the pitons and shoes.