Two out of four confirmed not to have fire, which meant Duster had to start searching for some other source or remain near the entrance. If he knew anything about mines, it was that there had to be a storage room close by. Leaving the others, he kept a hand on the walls while he made his way into the darkness.

And tripped.

He stumbled onto the rough dirt surface and scraped his palms, but his concertina was unharmed.

"I'm okay!" His response echoed down the corridor. It must have been a rock he missed, though rocks usually weren't soft or...moved around easily by his legs as he pulled them close to himself.