"Rop? Rope? Rope..." Yilminri seems to be testing out the sound of the word as it knots the rope around its waist somewhat clumsily. The knot doesn't exactly look like it's going to hold, and Yilminri doesn't look particularly satisfied with it. "Boeraa," it comments as it begins to redo the knot.
The faint, indistinguishable, sounds of conversation start again, and the sound leads you to a cold cavern. It is wet down here, and the sound of dripping water and rushing river in the distance mix with the words you cannot understand and can barely hear.