Chrom gladly clasped Robin's slim hand, his fingers gripping her wrist for support as he tossed his armor up onto the lawn (and hopefully not into another pitfall) and gave himself one good heave to hoist himself up. If the rope came down, he would accept that as well without complaint.

"Chrom," he introduced himself, puffing slightly once he was safely on ground level, resting on his knees. "From Ylisse. Pleased to meet you," he nodded at Pyrrha, then at Morgan.

"It must have taken quite some time to dig all of these pits. I imagine it will take just as long to fill them back in." They were not going to leave the lawn in this state.