I'm assuming that my spell wasn't necessary, then?
Achkby, Halfling Sorcerer
When the bridge falls, Achkby cries, "Excellent!," but the glow from down the tunnel quickly pulls him back into a grim mood.
"Well, let's hope that whoever's down there is more friendly," he murmurs.
He puts his sling back on his belt, and draws his spear. He holds it up, high over his head, and out in front of him, trying to peer as far down the tunnel as possible with the help of its light.