Once they entered the warmth of the caverns, Duster rested the concertina on an overturned minecart and rubbed his hands together. The palms were red from cold. He didn't know what to do to stave off frostbite, but he had a good feeling that warming his hands up was key.

He turned towards the darkness of the entrance tunnel, the torches all burnt out years ago. "Does anyone have a fire spell?"

((OOC: Feel free to continue the thread above at the same time))