"Don't tell me this is where my adventure comes to a close. I thought I was doing so well, but I guess I'm stuck here now.
Never expected Dog Ryme to go crazy like that, I guess those Half Dragons really are protective of their goddess or something. Of course I'd get hit above the elbow and fall all the way down here..."
Melancho rustled around in the dark goop. He could feel a horrible emotion coming from it, but it wasn't any different from what he feels so frequently, so he resists it.
"Man, screw this crap! I'm supposed to help stop them from conducting that ritual! Just gotta climb out of this pit. Again. Ragh!"

Hopefully, Melancho falling into ravines doesn't become a running gag.
This one's worse than the others, because it's Vitri-Oil, a hateful substance that incites rage and insanity in those who get coated in it.
All fuel-based liquids on Dacutter Island are cursed to conduct it. But Melancho is unaffected by it's toxic effects.