Flint, Raistlin, and Caramon rope-climbing

Caramon and Raistlin were already at the exit, which was nothing more than a hole cut in the floor. A rope hung from a sturdy limb above the hole and dropped forty feet to the ground.
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“How are you going to get down, Raist?” Caramon asked, his face lined with concern. “I can carry you on my back—”
Raistlin’s eyes flashed with an anger that startled Tanis. “I can get down myself!” the mage hissed. Before anyone could stop him, he stepped to the edge of the hole and leaped out into the air. Everyone gasped and peered down, expecting to see Raistlin splattered all over the ground. Instead, they saw the young mage gently floating down, his robes fluttering around him. The crystal on his staff glowed brightly.
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“Hurry!” Tanis shoved the dwarf forward. Flint grabbed hold of the rope. Caramon followed, the big man’s weight causing the limb the rope was tied around to creak.”

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 76-77
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman