Most of the torches are down here! Fala said over the ear cuff. This damn lift is too damn slow! I'll try to toss some up out the top! Tell the guys to head to the top of the hill and catch some!
Nisfeollyn, the Spark cantrip will light things that are made to burn, essentially removing the Survival check necessary to start fires. It is not powerful enough to catch the webs, but it could definitely catch a torch or lantern, which could then be used to catch the webs.
When you go back to stash your loot, a palate of supplies are being lowered down into the room. A staging area is about half built and Fala has her crew working fast to finish it. She leans in the doorway watching Bladud work, looks at your singed and acid burned equipment and smiles.
"Looks like you boys are having a good time. Whatever was happening sounded pretty messy from here. Glad you're all in one piece. Want me to have Noros appraise anything for you?"
"Oh no? Then why did you drop the book down here and make us rig up the tackle early to get it back to you?" the sharp-tongued crew chief called back up to the surface.
"You need anything?" she said to the surveyors, "We're not done getting set up here, but we have a couple supply crates prepped. Anything you want added in the first load, we can probably do."
Fala looked to the others who hadn't moved, who seemed, like her, unsure of what to do.
"Any of you familiar with unstable ground? Know what to look for? Where's the most stable side? We need an approach."
Knowledge: Dungeoneering DC 15 or Perception DC 20 to spot the stable parts.
If anyone wants to move near the sink hole it will require Balance checks based on weight and how fast you decide to move.
Spotting the stable areas first and/or moving on a plank will give significant bonuses
"It's about damn time you all showed up." she said, unwittingly echoing the dwarf.
"I'm Fala. I'm your crew chief for this expedition. You just met Noros, your Quartermaster, but I doubt he bothered to introduce himself."
She holds a portable work table made of two peices of flat wood hinged together. She opens it, pulls out a manifest and starts calling names.
Once everyone was marked off as accounted and the gear was stowed she looked everyone over a little more carefully.
"Afternoon meal is in a quarter of an hour. Be in line if you want to eat. After that, we're going to move to the survey site and-"