Linden assisted Algar as best he could in lifting Mavis out of the pit until the very tips of his fingers couldn't reach any more. He watched carefully from the bottom just in case the boy slipped from the bandit's grasp, and gave a small sigh of relief when Algar hoisted him up and away from the edge of the pit. At least one of them would make it out.
He grabbed the rope with both hands and began to claw his way up the wall, reaching across the top for something that wasn't as slippery and wet as the rock. For a moment he thought that even with the rope he might end up sliding back down, but managed to get his hand around the rock which the other end of the rope was tied to and used it to pull himself up the rest of the way. Aware of how ungraceful it looked, he hauled himself up the last couple feet and rolled away from the edge on his belly. Once he had his feet under him again, he caught Algar's eye and realized that the bandit was at least partly concerned for the well-being of Mavis. Whether it was out of the sheer goodness of his heart or for other reasons, Linden didn't know. At the moment though he was just glad that for the time being the bandits seemed to care that another person's life was in danger.