Victor lets out a sharp whistle to the rest of the party, he removes his glove and directs a single finger-bone down towards the well and the conveniently placed ladder.
”You might wish to take a minor glance at this.”
Fate leans over to Victor and begins whispering.
"Just let the brute carry on. He appears to know the man we seek. Perhaps he vill be able to place him at ease for us to more easily strike at him."